Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.58
Hellmouth Memories
At the light rap-a-tat-tat of knuckles on the door the two blondes on the bed are rudely, ripped from the state of bliss they'd been sharing.
With a groan, Spike looks back over his shoulder, with his manhood still buried deep in Buffy's canal. "Watcher if that's you, again," he states with a growl at the very closed and locked door. "I'm going to rip your head off!"
Trying to decide if he should turn and leave or "The matter is of the utmost importance, Spike. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here at this ungodly time of the morning" After speaking with Wesley, he'd decided that he'd better go on up and talk with Buffy, so that they could possibly have an answer to the problem the slayer and vampire had presented. He didn't think they'd still be at it at three in the morning, his fear was that he'd have to wake up two very cranky supernatural beings.
Rolling his blue eyes, Spike sighs, "and I suppose the matter that we're having in here isn't." He pushes deeper into the slick, warmth he's buried in., making Buffy groan louder in pleasure.
Hearing the pleasureable "UUUNNNGGGG!" Buffy had just groaned, Giles turns a deep, crimson. He takes his glasses off, runs a hand through his thinning hair, and looks down at the floor, trying to forget exactly what he knows he just heard. Taking a deep breath, "if you'd like to know what happened with the both of you, it is impairative that I speak with Buffy," he yells back through the oaken door.
Spike groans as Buffy carefully pushes him from her body. "Luv!"
"The sooner we get rid of him, the sooner we can..." She points to the obvious erection her vampire is sporting.
Spike looks disgruntled, but in spite of his distress, he smiles at her. "Then can we try that thing?"
She deviously, smiles back at him. "Maybe." She slowly pulls on a pair of discarded sweats, and the button down shirt that Spike had been wearing that day.
He growls making a delightful shiver run up her spine. "Can't tell you how much that makes me wanna ravish you, Pet."
She can't help the grin that blooms on her mouth, and brushes her fingers through her sweaty, bed raggled hair. "Do I have rat hair?"
He chuckles, "no Luv, you look bloody gorgeous."
Satisfied with his answer, she starts to button up the shirt as she walks over to the door. "This had better be very important," she states as she opens up the door to the still bright, red face of Giles. She suppresses a laugh as her eyes meet the face of her watcher.
"It's of the utmost importance, otherwise."
"Yeah, yeah, or you wouldn't be here, Watcher. We've already gone over this one," Spike says dejectedly.
Giles piercing blue eyes glance over at the half naked vampire. Spike lays against a pillow, his arms are folded, comfortably behind his head, and a smug look is on his face. Giles detests the arrogance that he displays, and want to wipe the look from his face with his fist, but dismisses the notion with the knowledge that Buffy would probably knock him across the floor.
Buffy watches the exchange between the watcher and vampire, and doesn't like the look that Giles gives her man. She folds her arms defiantly, over her chest, and cracks her neck. "Well?"
Looking back at the young woman, he knows that this will be hard on her, and regrets that he has to ask it of her. "I must know." He looks into her imploring green eyes, and sighs, "what happened between Spike and yourself while you were in the Hellmouth." He states it abruptly, trying not to see the look in her eyes as he does so.
Her hands fall to her sides as she stares at the man before her. She knew that this question was coming, she just didn't think that it'd be this soon. She rolls her eyes, and waves her hand for the Englishman to come inside. She closes the door behind him as he steps in the room.
Spike groans in derision, as he watches Buffy let the watcher in the room. He'd hoped she'd tell him that they'd talk about it tommorrow, and they could go back to their naked, naughty fun. He slides further down on the bed, making it known that he isn't happy about this decision.
Buffy throws a 'quit being a baby' look over his way. "What did ya need to know, Giles? I'm pretty sure that Faith and the other girls pretty much filled you in on the fighting and carnage part of the program. Soooo, I'm guessing that you're wanting to know what happened after Faith left the Hellmouth. What happened SPECIFICALLY happened, privately between Spike and me."
Giles grabs the journal and pen from the back pocket of his trousers. "Yes, Buffy. I know that this may be difficult for you, but I must know this so that we can quit drawing conclusions and make this a concrete fact."
She stands there, folding her arms back over her chest defensively, as she ponders what she should recount, and what she shouldn't. At the memories flying through her mind tears start to pool in her eyes.
Spike watches the exchange from his place on the bed, seeing her body tense. "Buffy, Luv?" He can feel the distress rippling from her body, and abruptly jumps up, haphazardly wrapping the heavy comforter around his very tight body he rushes to her side. "Sweetheart, wha's wrong," he says soothingly, but his gaze warns Giles that he'd best stay the hell away from her.
He slowly steps around in front of her, efficiently cutting Giles off from even seeing her. He hand gently comes up to lift her chin, and he gazes imploringly into her eyes, as a lone tear makes its path down her cheek, and he wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. "Buffy, it's alright, Luv. I'm right here, all flesh and blood." He says it so quietly that only her ears can hear him.
In terrible concern, Giles forgoes the warning of the blonde nuacance. "Buffy, dear god, are you quite alright?" He tries to get around Spike to see what is the matter, but is blocked by one very sinewy, and suprisingly strong arm.
Spike growls as he watches her, knowing the exact moment that she remembers the denial of her love. He knew it'd come back to bite him, he just wanted her out of the damned place. Hadn't they already been over this? Yes, it was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in either life or unlife. He'd seen the love in her eyes for him, and yet even though it'd ripped his unbeating heart out, he'd told her that he didn't believe her and thanked her for allowing herself to say it. He'd been a total wanker, he knows it, and regrets ever saying it, but it's the past, and they have a whole future together, if she'd just get over that one little hump. "Luv, my beautiful Goldilocks." He gently pulls her into his embrace, and hangs on for dear life, or unlife as it may be. "Already explained this to you, baby. Don't know what else I could say." His lips lightly, brush her forehead, as he lies it against his chest.
"Spike?" He growls, loudly and threateningly at Giles as the watcher lays a soft hand on his shoulder, and feels the ridges of his true face come to the for.
"I know that this must be hard for her, for the both of you," he amends, "but I must know what happened, otherwise I won't be able to figure out made the whole occurence take place."
Spikes defensive stance eases, and Williams face comes back as he turns to face Rupert.
"I might be best if you would explain the occurrences to me. Seeing as Buffy is quite distressed over this." Giles sighs, as he is met with the blue gaze of the human William, rather than the golden gaze of a very brassed off demon.
The vampire nods his head in aquiescence. "Yeah, just let a bloke get some pants on." He leaves Buffy standing in front of the man with tears still in her eyes, and walks over to the black jeans still lying on the floor.
Giles nods his head, looking at the stricken slayer. "Yes. Please do." His heart breaks at the sight of Buffy standing there bereft.
Spike quickly slips the jeans on underneath the comforter, and throws it half on the bed, half on the floor. Hurriedly walking back over to the blonde standing in the middle of the room, he takes her in his arms and leads her over to the couch in the corner. He sits down, and guides her into his awaiting lap. She curls into his chest, knees nearly under her chin, feet pressing heavily into the flesh of his thigh. A few tears make their way down her face to pool warmly on his chill chest.
His hand absently comes up to pet the top of her head, as he cuddles her closer to him. He doesn't even realize that her heels are digging craters into his leg. Pulling his thoughts together, and trying to get them into some semblance of order, he sighs. "As I can recall." His voice comes out more civilized than his usual speaking voice. "I was yelling for Buffy, as the amulet decided that it was ready to have it's way with me." He begins the tale, slouching down more on the cushion. "She'd turned around at my shout, and paused for the briefest of moments, and just stared at me. The gaudy piece of shit just kept getting stronger, felt like it was yanking my soul from me."
Giles sits in rapt attention, joyously writting down his every word.
"The damned thing was burning me from the inside out, and I shouted again. Buffy was cutting a bloody swath through those buggers, trying to get to me. I could see the determination in her eyes as they were trained on me, never waivering. Then the necklace shot a bloody beam of sunlight out of its center, and started destroying anything that wasn't human. Buffy was still cutting everything that hadn't gotten caught by the amulet down with the scythe, she was bloody glorious." He's lost in his memories, recalling everything that happened while his Goldilocks was making her way to his side. "She finally got to me as the other little slayers, and Faith made their way out of the chaos. She just stood there starin' at me." His hand slowly comes to rest on the top of her head, and he looks the watcher in the eye.
Giles looks a little taken aback at all of, he could see it as Spike had told the tale. His mind paints the vampire in a new light. He'd seen the tears in his eyes as he'd talked. The only other time he'd seen that depth of emotion from Spike was when Buffy had jumped from the tower.
"I couldn't not stop and stare." Buffy's raspy voice breaks the thoughtful silence that had invaded the room. "If only you could have seen him, Giles. He was glowing with a brightness... I can't explain it." She sniffs back her tears. "At that moment, I could see it." She glances at the man that she sits on . "I could see his soul, Giles. I can't remember what we said, the conversation seems so obsolete, after seeing... He shown so brightlly, you should've seen it, hell Mars should have seen it."
Spike chuckles, and continues to pet her hair.
"He'd put his hand up and I couldn't resist. There was a pull, I had to put my hand in his, had to feel what I was seeing. As we clasped hands." She looks down at her scarred hand, rubbing the ridges that should've been gone a long time ago. "A fire started between us, and then at that moment, I could feel it. It all ran through me, everything he'd ever felt. It hit me and almost knocked me over. I could feel the beauty of his soul, and wanted it, wanted what he could offer me." Her gaze comes up to meet the light blue of Spike's. "That's when I knew... When I told him..." Her eyes feel with tears again, and her head is gently placed on his chest with a firm pull. It breaks his heart, and his grip becomes tighter as he feels the wetness of her tears on his flesh. "That's how I got this." She raises her head back up and presents Giles with her wounded hand.
Gently taking the proffered hand in his grip, Giles inspects it, "We were wondering what could've possibly done this." He looks directlly into her tear filled eyes, then back down at the scar. He notices that it vaguely resembles the letter 'S'He suddenly becomes more interested. "How strange." He mumbles. "Spike?"
The disinterested vamp looks over to the man sitting across from him on the coffee table.
"Have you a scar, also?"
"Hadn't thought about looking." He replies as he glances down at his own hand. "Seems I do." He raises the hand up for Giles to see.
Giles adamantly grabs the hand, examining it closely. "Bloody, amazing!" He exclaims, the scar on Spikes hand seems to resemble a very strange looking letter 'B'
"Hey, now." Spike says, trying to pull his hand back. Giles holds steadily onto it though, and Spike reluctantly, relaxes.
"Have you looked closely at the scar on your hand, Buffy?"
She really hadn't, but now that he seems so interested she glances down at it, and notices the strange anomaly. At the realization, she quickly grabs Spikes hand from the grip that's on it, and lightly traces the mark there. "What's it supposed to mean?" She askes in confusion.
"That for once Wesley was correct in his assumption in theory." He makes a note of it in his journal. "I must get this information back downstairs, I'm sure Wesley will be intrigued, and happily gloating. We should have an answer for you by morning, mid-afternoon at the latest." He gets up from his seat on the table and makes his way back over to the door.
Buffy's fingers are still playing over the marks on Spikes hand. Their eyes watch as Giles walks out of the door, and shuts it soundly behind him. "That was incredibly, bloody weird."
"Yeah, and we didn't get to finish the story." She pouts.
Her lip is sticking out, Spike sees it and it's suddenly being sucked on by his own. He gently pulls away, a small, smile playing in his bright, eyes. "Now where were we?" He wiggles underneath her, letting her feel how hard he is for her as he rubs his erection into her backside.
"You're insatiable."
"Only when it comes to you, Sweetheart."
(Boy, that was a long one. Hope you guys enjoyed. Damn, Giles says way to many long words.)