A/N: My god has it been along time since I wrote this. In fact, its only due to a review I recieved from eternallychosen that I even have this chap! It's annoyingly short I know, but this is all I could get out of my muse. God only knows when it will show up again...and he's not sharing
Disclaimer: Yada, yada, yada I own nothing. Blah, blah, blah Joss is God over all that is Buffyverse.
Buffy shook as her body tried to regain something resembling its normal composure. She looked up at the stars, trying to take in as much breath as possible without moving her aching body. She felt like she was floating on the top of oblivion and she had to keep on reminding herself not tojust drift away. It's OK, I can do this, she thought, just do the breathing thing, you know, breath in, breathe out, breathe…All thoughts of breathing went out of her head as Spike's grip tightened around her waist, and he tickled her collarbone with his nose before giving it a soft kiss.
"Well, well looks like somebody's been working out" Spike murmured and Buffy swore she could physically feel him smirking.
She contemplated replying, but decided that she reallycouldn't be bothered.
Spike lifted his head. "What, no sarcastic comment? Don't tell me I completely wore you out"
"Ugh, you wish. I'm saving my energy so that it will hurt more when I kick you in the…"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence pet, otherwise you'll be seeing no more of it. And we both know how much it makes you scream" This time she could actually see the smirk.
"You're disgusting, you know that?" She replied, pushing him off and holding her jacket in front of her body.
"And what does that make you?"
"Obviously insane" She answered, shaking her head partly at him, partly at herself.
"Well, if you walk out away now I'm gonna have to agree with you"
"Can we not talk?" She spat at him, gathering her clothes and standing up
"Oww!" She stumbled and fell back down, landing in Spike arms
"Little old for the damsel in distress act aren't we?"
Buffy just gave him a look before struggling to get out of his reach. She managed to get herself out of his grasp only to have the exact same thing happen. By the time she landed in his arms, Spike was grinning.
"Will you get off me!" She shouted, her struggles becoming more violent
"Calm down Slayer, you've probably just twisted your ankle or something. Bet it's a nice change to have something other than your panties like that"
"Nice try, you're probably just tripping me up for the fun of it"
"Not that having you here isn't fun but I can think of a few other things I'd rather be doing." He raised his eyebrow suggestively "Then again that's probably what got you into this mess. I'm not surprised you've done this you know, some of those positions were…well let's just say that I never knew you could bend that way"
She gave him the most vicious look she could muster. "If anybody is bent here it's you, and your sick idea that I actually want to spend one more second near you"
"Suit yourself, walk home with a twisted ankle and hey, say hello to whatever nasty you meet along the way. Oh , and while the thing is slowly killing you, remember that you left a perfectly good crypt behind"
"Shame about the resident" She sneered
"Careful pet, learn your manners or I might make you sleep on the couch"
"You don't even have a couch!" She replied exasperatedly
"Hmmmm your right, oh well bed it is, but don't say I didn't give you an option"
"This is insane! I don't even know why we are talking about this, because I am not staying with you" She rose again more determinedly, secretly willing her slayer threshold of pain to kick in. That is if she had one, she hoped.
Spike pulled on his trousers before standing up, watching Buffy try not to wince in pain as she carefully dressed.
"If this is you not staying with me, then I'd love to see what your like when your looking for me"
Buffy snorted "Remind me to bring my skis on our weekend trip to Hell the day that happens"
She grumpily braced herself for the task thatwas walking, when his arms on her shoulders made her stop. "You can go back home with that ankle and risk god knows what, or you can do the sensible thing and let me take care of you"
She hesitated and slowly turned around to see him standing there bathed in the moonlight, shirtless. The sight combined with the pain in her ankle made her give in.
"Fine. But it's just for tonight, and I'm gone as soon as it gets better"
Spike said nothing before lifting her up in his arms and heading back to his crypt. Buffy lay her head on his chest trying to pretend she wasn't enjoying being so close to him, and making a mental note to track down her apparentlymissing willpower.
This chapter is by far one of my weakest (not to mention shortest) but I figured I should post something so hopefully you will take that into consideration when you review. Once again, sorry about the length. Plot suggestions appreciated btw!