All About Spike - Print Version
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Written after the events of Lies My Parents
Rated R (so far, we’ll get to the good stuff
in a bit)
S/B, silly. Not very serious, but then, my
stuff never really is. I'm in it for the fun, baby.
She caught up
with him right after she left Wood. He was walking in long, angry strides
toward the cemetery. She called his name but he ignored her. She tried again.
fuck’s sake.” Spike sighed and turned, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
He smiled cruelly. She saw his lip curl up in the darkness. “What is it?”
“What is it?
Are you kidding me? What the hell happened back there?”
boss.” Spike turned and kept walking. Buffy grabbed his arm.
barely talk after what you did to him.” She stared up at him, then touched the
bruise on his cheek. “But I guess he got in a few, huh.”
jerked his face away from her fingers, his eyes distant and cool.
“Tell me what
happened,” Buffy said evenly. Spike thought for a moment.
“Nah,” he said
finally. “Not in the mood for chit-chat, pet. Some other time.” He turned and
started to walk off.
And then he
was looking up at the sky, his back hitting the ground hard after Buffy kicked
his legs out from under him. There she was, standing over him, fists clenched.
“Don’t you walk away from me,” she hissed.
Spike leapt up
with a low, angry growl. “I’m not your punchin’ bag, Slayer. Not anymore. You’d
be wise to remember that.”
“You’d be wise
to quit being such an asshole, buddy!” she shouted.
“I was set up
tonight! I was almost bloody killed, and the first evil fucked with my head,
but now it’s all deactivated and I’m tired of the lot of you.”
but being deactivated is, like, a good thing. So why are you treating me like I
tried to kill you? I ran over there because I knew what Wood was going to do,
and I was worried.”
lose a good fighter. Right. Got that.”
that’s not all there is to it.”
“No, I don’t
know,” Spike bit out. “More to the point, I don’t care.”
up at him. “Fine!” she snapped, then turned and huffed off. Spike watched her
perfect little ass move as she retreated away from him. He knew he had no
business staring at her ass at this heated, angsty, moment, but it was bloody
impossible not to.
shouted with enough volume to wake up the dead. Buffy stopped but didn’t turn
“I’m sorry,” he called out. “I should’ve known you weren’t in on it.”
That made her
turn. “You thought I was in on it?” Her face was livid with anger and
He shrugged. “Didn’t
know what to think. You talked me into lettin’ the principal babysit me
tonight, next thing you know he’s inviting my demon out for a dance.”
jackass,” Buffy said, marching back to him. “I wouldn’t help Wood kill you. If
anyone gets to kill you around here, it’s going to be me. Got it?”
Damn her and
her angry little pout. Resistance was futile. He nodded. “Got it.”
They stood a
foot apart, their eyes locked. Around them, the night was quiet.
“I can’t go
back to the house. Not now. Too worked up,” he finally said.
“Okay. I have
to get back and check on Dawn.”
felt like the longest staring contest in history, Spike took a breath, and
Buffy stepped forward and kissed him on his mouth. A brief, short kiss, and
when she pulled back, there was a warmth in her eyes that almost started his
you’re not dead,” she said quietly, then turned and ran.
frozen to the spot until his legs remembered how to work again. He walked
around for a while and then realized he was standing outside the Summers home.
seriously angry now. He was through with being the First’s bitch, through with
being everyone’s whipping boy, and had decided to give serious thought and
significant effort into falling out of love with Buffy, and then she had to go
kiss him on his lips and look up at him with those big eyes of hers and his
resolve exploded into thin air like vamp dust.
swore, staring up at her bedroom window. And then he was climbing easily up to
the window. He poked his head in and begin pushing himself the rest of the way
through when he heard her voice at the door.
you’ve taught me all I need to know.” He heard a door close. Spike stayed
there, his ass hanging out of the window for all of Sunnydale to see and enjoy,
wondering what to do now.
“Come all the
way in, Spike,” Buffy said, her back still to him, not even having to turn to
know he was there.
“No fair. I’m
the one with keen vamp senses,” Spike said indignantly, only to have his foot
catch on the windowsill, causing him to land ungraciously on his head.
rubbed his noggin, then stared at Buffy, who was staring at the door.
“What was all
that about then?” he said. Buffy turned to look at Spike, and her eyes were
“Giles is dead
to me.” When Spike gave her a disbelieving look she crossed her arms over her
chest. “Okay, maybe not dead to me, but I am seriously annoyed with him. Conspiring
with Wood behind my back. He thinks I need to learn to make tough choices and
not have you so close and blah blah repressed British crap blah blah.”
“He loves you.
He’s worried about you. He don’t trust me, and why should he after everything,
even with my shiny new soul?”
“Hey! Don’t go
defending your attempted murderer. Or attempted accomplice to said murder… or
something.” She sat down on the edge of her bed and kicked off her shoes.
“Sorry, but Rupes
loves you like a dad, is all. He wants to see you happy.”
“No time for
happy. I don’t even know what that feels like anymore.” Her voice was tired,
and Buffy leaned back on the pillows and closed her eyes. Spike watched her.
“Tell me about
the last time you were happy,” he said. “I mean, really happy.” He was leaning
against the wall, arms resting on his knees, facing her bed. She opened her
eyes and looked at him. She frowned, thinking. The silence stretched into
remember,” she said simply.
love. You should be happy. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t make you happy. Sorry for a lot
of things.” Spike swallowed and looked down at the rug.
“I know,” she
said. Spike went to stand up.
Just sit here with me for a bit. Please?”
bitch, that’s me, Spike thought. “Sure, why not? Nothing good on the telly.” He
leaned back against the wall and watched her drift into sleep.
“I rezemba zumin,”
she mumbled incoherently after a few minutes.
something,” she repeated. “Something happy.” Her words were tumbling out of her
in a sleepy, altogether adorable, voice. “After Mom was better. We all went out
to dinner. Me, Mom, Dawn. We got dressed up. We had drinks… even let Dawn have
champagne. We came home and danced in the living room.”
Spike sat very
still. Buffy hadn’t opened her eyes. She was curled up into her pillow, a small
smile on her face.
around, the three of us. We just danced and laughed… and I was so full of hope.
I knew everything was going to be all right.”
there, waiting for more, wanting to hear more, but she had finally fallen
asleep. He sat and watched over her.
going to be all right,” he said quietly, almost a whisper, even though she
couldn’t hear. Even though he wasn't sure he was right.
fluff! Spuffy fluff! Sing it with me now!
in the hell Spike managed to fall asleep on the itchy rug in Buffy’s bedroom
was beyond him. Stranger still was the fact that when he woke Buffy was asleep
on the floor wrapped up next to him. The room was still and dark, the floor was
uncomfortable, and sunrise wasn’t too far off. He could sense its approach, the
strange itch of a warning that his skin felt. He sat up slowly, trying to pull
his arm out from under Buffy’s head.
she protested, grabbing his arm, still half asleep.
the hell are you doing asleep on your bedroom floor?” he whispered.
could ask you the same thing,” she whispered back, very groggily. “You wouldn’t
come up, so I came down.”
was all coming back to him. She had woken him shortly after he dozed off,
prodding him on the shoulder, telling him she was having bad dreams and could
he just join her on the bed and she swore she wouldn’t try anything funny?
Spike had tried to be gracious and declined as gallantly as he could, what with
a raging hard-on and all. He told her to go back to bed, she was probably
talking in her sleep, and that’s when she grabbed a cover and plopped down on
the floor next to him, curling into him like a little fluffy bunny.
fluffy bunny’s pert backside was pressed up against him and his back was
literally up against the wall. He tried to move away without disturbing her.
squirming and go back to sleep,” Buffy whispered. Just then the bedroom door
squeaked open and they both froze.
came Dawn’s voice.
pause. Finally Buffy sat up.
light from down the hall threw shadows through the room. Dawn peered into the
darkness and saw her sister’s head. “What are you doing on the floor?”
Interesting question,” Buffy said, trying to sound normal. Spike was crawling
past her trying to get under the bed. “My back. Was killing me. From all the,
um, slaying I’ve been up to.”
entered the room and sat on the bed.
was now fully hidden under the bed. “Is your head okay?” Buffy asked.
it’s fine. Is everything okay with you? I heard you and Giles… I thought I
heard you arguing.”
sighed. “Not okay. But not the end of the world. He just did something pretty
lame and it made me mad.”
as long as you’re okay.”
listened to all this from underneath the bed. Staying still was hard for him,
but somehow he managed.
okay.” Buffy got up off the floor sat down on the bed next to her sister. “I’ve
got good news and weird news for you. Which do you want first?”
the good, please,” Dawn replied.
Good news. Spike has been deactivated. The trigger doesn’t work anymore.”
raised his eyebrows.
Dawn said. “It wasn’t the safest feeling, having him around when any minute he
might go vamp-postal and start killing at random. Except if it was Kennedy. She
really bugs the hell out of me. Today she yelled at me for leaving dishes in
the sink. I really wish that bee-otch would stop being so bossy.”
tried not to laugh out loud at that.
what’s the weird news?” Dawn said.
is under the bed.”
was a long, awkward pause. Suddenly Spike heard the bed creak, and then he saw
Dawn’s hair touch the ground, followed by Dawn’s upside down head coming into
there any particular reason why you’re under Buffy’s bed?”
a valid one, no.”
slid out from underneath it and Dawn helped him stand up. Buffy was sitting on
the bed with a mischievous grin on her face. Spike shot her an angry look, then
turned toward Dawn. “We weren’t doing anything, you know. Just sleepin’.”
held up her hands. “Hey, none of my business. Really don’t need to hear the
details. So how did you get deactivated anyway?”
glanced at Buffy. Buffy glanced at Spike.
all your stories?” Dawn said, but with a joking tone.
it or I’ll hit you with another piece of furniture,” he replied sternly.
scary. Grrrr.” Dawn made a face at Spike and Spike made a face at her and Buffy
just smiled. “I’m going back to bed.”
can stay here, Dawn, if you want,” Buffy suggested. Dawn raised her eyebrows
and looked at the two of them in shock.
No thanks. Just keep it down in here, okay?” She turned and left, shutting the
door quietly behind her.
put his hands in his pockets and just shook his head, confused. “This,” he
said, “has been a very, very strange day.”
for Sunnydale standards,” Buffy agreed. She was sitting on the bed, feet on
floor, watching him. Spike had the very distinct feeling that he had no bloody
idea what to do next.
Buffy said. Spike stepped forward so that he was standing right in front of
her. Buffy put her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight, her face
pressed against the flat of his stomach. It was so unexpected, so odd. Spike
could not remember being hugged by her, ever. It was extremely strange and…
well, nice. He put his arms around her shoulders.
be up soon,” he said. He touched her hair, hesitantly. When she didn’t pull
away it away he pushed the hair away from her face and just played with it. She
made a “mmmm” sound, which made him absurdly happy for some reason.
close the blinds tight,” she whispered. Wordlessly, he crossed the room and closed
the blinds. She moved over to make a space for him on the bed. He didn’t
hesitate, just kicked off his shoes, took off his jeans, and climbed in next to
her. She fit perfectly in his arms and pressed her face into his neck, sighing
with contentment. He stared up at the ceiling, pulling her close to him. All
things considered, things were all right. This bed was bigger and more comfy
than the cot in the basement, he was holding the woman he loved beyond measure,
Dawn was starting to warm up to him again, and there were no pesky slayer brats
in training in the room with them. He figured this was as good as it got for
him and his sorry little unlife, until a few minutes later, when Buffy moved
her hand down to touch his still raging hard-on.
things just got a lot better.
really had no intention of this happening. Really. He just took his bloody
pants off because jeans were uncomfortable to sleep in. He almost pulled away
but Buffy’s hand wasn’t letting him go anywhere.
hard,” she murmured, almost in awe.
hand felt so fucking good and he was too stunned to think. Luckily, his hand
decided to think on its own and his fingers slipped beneath her panties.
wet,” he said in return, a low, harsh whisper. Buffy arched into his touch.
betcha,” she said, followed by a “guuhgh” sound when his fingers went further
in her, then slid slowly out. Like a dream, it was, except for the clarity of
feeling. Her scent. The whisper of the sheet beneath them when he moved. The
heat of her hand on him, moving on him expertly, not tentatively, just the way
he loved it (needed it). The heat and
slick moisture of her coating his fingers. Her little sounds she was making
that made him almost come in her hand.
me?” he said, his voice confused, even as his fingers touched her delicately,
circling her clit as she moaned. Buffy’s eyes opened then. He shifted so that
he was staring down at her. She was breathing like she had just run a marathon,
which pleased Spike immensely.
could ask you the same thing,” she whispered as her fingers slowly teased the
tip of his penis.
I weren’t such an awful poet I could try and put it into words,” he sighed.
God, she was hot underneath him. He removed her panties with his teeth, kissed
her from her toes up to her thigh, then rested his head on her belly, kissing
her soft skin, just enjoying the smell of her.
louder than words, remember that,” she murmured, spreading her legs to welcome
point,” he replied, and began to lick her. She clamped her own hand over her
mouth to keep from screaming. Spike pushed her legs wider apart and tasted her,
flicking his tongue across her swollen clit, drinking her in. He felt her hands
on his head, pressing her into him, and quickly, so quickly, he felt her entire
body freeze up before she stilled, and then she was coming, on his tongue, and
he lapped it up, wanting her to feel good, wanting to make her happy, just for
he raised his head to look up at her. Her eyes were still closed tightly and she
was trying to catch her breath and she looked so damned beautiful that he
wanted to cry. Except that would be ridiculous and unflattering to his bad-ass
image so he grinned cheekily instead.
nodded, barely. Spike moved up and covered her heart with his hand, reveling in
the feel of it pounding beneath his palm. I
made it do that, he thought. She opened her eyes and studied him.
think you liquefied my bones,” she whispered, touching his cheek.
remember the feelin,” he said. Then he kissed her, their first real kiss in
forever, and he could not get enough, kissed her deeply, and she clung to him
and he figured if he was dreaming he did not want to ever, ever wake up.
mouths were fused and would not part, even as the tip of his cock found its way
home, inside her, slowly entering her, even as she moaned his name against his
mouth, he could not break the kiss. He felt her nails dig sharply in his back,
her feet on his ass pushing him further into her.
the soul… the soul threatened to split inside him, it hurt, hurt to feel this
good, to love this much. He broke the kiss and stared down at her in disbelief,
still rocking into her. Her eyes were wide and clear as she rose to meet him.
Stunned, he tried to form words, tried to make her understand the difference. How
it felt now. She nodded, seemed to understand. She was slick and sweet and so
tight around him but that pleasure was nothing compared to what it was like for
him to see her this way, now, smiling up at him, her heart in her eyes, his
soul in his. He slowed down, just watching her, not wanting it to end. He felt,
for the first time, complete. Whole.
came then, crying into her neck as he shuddered his release. He felt her
kisses, felt her strength as she held him.
he whispered. “Oh, love.”
me,” she said.
sound happy,” he said, shifting off her. It hurt to leave her. She turned and
looked at his face. He could see her, so clearly now.
am. Really, really am.” He traced a line from her chin down to her belly then
back again, studying her body. He kissed her shoulder, very softly.
“Not right to feel this good when the world’s about to end,”
“Nah. Sex, affirmation of life, all that. It’s our big ‘Fuck
Off’ to the First,” Spike decided.
“Love the way you think,” she murmured.
“Let’s tell it to fuck off again, then.”
“Not right now. And don’t pout at me like that. Let me rest
“Aren’t you even a little
“I’m a sex-starved creature of the night, pet. Not sleepy at
all. S’okay though. You go to sleep.” He held her close and felt her soft
breath on his chest and tried not to smile too much.
Spike fell asleep first, about one minute later, Buffy soon
behind him. Just tangled up in each other, uninterrupted by sunrise. Not a bad
way to begin a new day.