Canary Cage
The ride in the car was a long one.
Out of everything in life-everything in what existence she had, anyway, if you really could call it life-she figured this, perhaps, was the worst of it all.
The waiting.
Because waiting gives you time to think about things. To mull them over-to regret, to doubt, to worry. To allow the terrible hollow ache in your heart be heard again in the silence; to let the sting of the wound torn in your chest catch up to you again; and she didn’t want that. She wanted to keep running, to not look back. Because behind her was only a path of destruction, death, pain, sorrow. And defeat. And the only way to keep one step ahead of that was to always keep moving. To never look back.
Buffy Summers shifted again in her seat. The humm of the Winnebago had become deafening in the silence, like a gradually increasing storm approaching. Now it seemed to be so loud it was rattling her skull. She doubted she could stand another minute of it. They still had a few good hours ahead of them until they reached Glory’s grand hideaway-and she could do absolutely nothing now but wait. The Slayer had locked herself in the back room, deathly silent, jaw grimly grit shut as she endured and waited for her time to come.
The quietness had slowly driven her mad, however, and she only grew more restless by the moment, each painful minute like decades. She just gazed off into space, far beyond the pacing stage. Willow had peeked in a while ago, concerned that Buffy had lapsed into another comatose, but the Slayer gave a reassuring look to her friend and requested to be left alone.
Which is how she planned to spend the remainder of the trip. But, as she should of expected, the most obnoxious member of their crew at the present moment didn’t let her. He simply never knew when to quit-always pushing the limits. Going over the top. So, using his inhuman strength, the vampire had calmly snapped the handle of the door and shut it behind him, taking a seat on the opposite side of the room, gazing at her with concern.
At first the Slayer pretended to ignore him completely, than considered pouncing and beating the crap out of him. But eventually she decided it wasn’t worth it right now, and besides, she might need him later on. So she just sat there, and the two shared the quiet together.
Spike sat very, very carefully. He looked like somebody perched on a bed of needles, as of concerned that the slightest wrong move would send the world crashing down. He had expected the Slayer to do everything short of staking him when he forced his way in to give her some company, but instead she stayed extremely quiet. So eventually he decided it was safe-she seemed all right with it. Gradually he relaxed but honored the silence between them. Best not push his luck yet-she let him sit here, that was a major plus as it was already.
The Slayer tried very hard to focus on thinking of absolutely nothing. Maybe if she could do that she could endure the ride. For a time it worked and she tuned out everything, kept her mind very blank. But than it kept wandering. Eventually she found the conversation she had earlier with Spike running through her head. She sighed submissively, slumping in her seat, causing the calmed vampire to glance back up at her.
"Ok, " she muttered. "You win. "
He raised a questioning brow at her, but she was staring at the floor.
"Win what, luv? "
She frowned a little but kept very quiet and calm.
"You came in here to talk, right? Figured I’d be sick of the silence eventually. "
"Actually, no. Really didn’t have anything in particular to say. "
She just let his words hang there, transfixed at the sound of their voices holding a muttered conversation, hardly audible above the humm of the engine. All their exchanges had always been loud and furious-it was alien to hear them like this.
Buffy caught his eye for the first time that evening.
"Why are you here? "
It just tumbled from her automatically-she asked on impulse. She hadn’t realized how much the question was bothering her until just now. He stalled.
"What do you mean? "
"You know what I mean. "
She paused as if to say more. Looked around the dark room.
"I want to know why. Why are you still here? When you know that there’s. . . that staying won’t ever change things. "
He gazed at her, as if in deep reflection.
"I want to know the truth. "
The silence enveloped the room once more, as the vampire continued to gaze calmly. They sat for what seemed like the longest time, saying nothing.
"Let me tell you a story, Slayer. "
She gave him a queer look.
"What? It’s a long trip. You might as well do something, right? "
She sighed. "All right. Fine. "
He reclined in his seat, shutting his eyes as if in deep concentration, gathering his words. Once again the engine drone was predominant. The Slayer just sat and watched him. After what seemed like forever, his voice came strangely soft again. It slightly disturbed her-at how nice it flowed and whisped-soothing and yet provocative at the same time. She grit her teeth, angry at him for having such a sound, and focused instead on the words.
"S’a long time ago-don’t remember exactly when, coupla decades. I was bored of the usual hunt, things gettin too easy again. I did my rounds, sure, but you know-no fun in it. And there was this run-down little hutch-thing I alwuys passed on my way back, little old lady lived in it. Mustov been at least a century old. P’h. Once you get past a certain age you’re immune to practically anything, cos nobody’ll even bother with you. Anyway. You could see ‘er every night you passed. ’Ad this dinky cage with a bird in it, she always seemed to be starin’ at. I mean, constantly. I didn’t get what she found so facinatin’. Once I stood there and she just kept watchin’ that bird for an hour. "
He grinned at the memory,
"Drove me crazy. I checked on her everytime I passed, and yep, sure enough, she was goggin’ or babbling at her stupid pet. Figured she probably was a few screws loose anyway. Huntin’ just got less and less around there. One night I really didn’t feel like singin’ for my supper, so figured, well, there’s always that ole’ hag, although probably hardly a pint of blood on ‘er. Besides, she was startin’ to annoy me. So I bust in, all Grr and the whole bit, and she just starts yappin’ about not hurtin’ her bloody canary! She runs up and gets the cage, drags it over to the corner of the room, talkin’ and cooin’ to the thing. I can’t believe it. Putting her life before a stupid little thing like that! I tell her, ‘Lady, sorry to bust your bubble an’ all, but the bloody thing doesn’t understand you. ’
‘An’ furthermore, he doesn’t give a damn that you just saved em’.
Of course I expect ‘er to go mad with insisting the thing’s her daughter or somethin’, but that’s not it at all. Instead she looks right up at me in the eye and answers, ‘I know that. ’
She sits down, watchin’ it, just talks calmly.
‘I feed and care for him everyday. I can’t ever expect him to return the favor. He’s just a bird. To him I’m just some monster. ’
I just stare at ‘er a moment. ‘Why the hell do you care so much then? ! ’
She shrugs an’ tells me,
‘It doesn’t matter. All I want to do is watch him. That’s enough for me. ’"
The vampire nods. "So I look at er’ and the bird, and than I walk out the way I came in. "
After his conclusion, he looks over to regard Buffy. She had been listening quietly. Now she seemed unwilling to meet his gaze again. The small cabin fell quiet once more. The Slayer started to miss the delicate whisp of his voice. As much as she hated admitting that.
"Is that. . . your answer? "
She spoke just because the emptiness was killing her again. Spike just nodded in response.
"Yeah. "
The old Winnebago hit a pothole in the road, bumping the dark cabin slightly. The humm of the engine provided a backdrop sound for all of the thoughts streaming through Buffy’s mind.
She shut her eyes, Spike still watching her with concern, uncertain of what she thought of his answer.
"Thank you, " she whispered. It was so petite and muted, only vampiric hearing could of picked it up.
"You’re welcome, Slayer. "

Sleepwalking
It just suddenly seemed like everything-stopped-and the world went in slow motion. You know one of those moments that seem so surreal, that’s what it’s like? It was too much. It was too much for everyone. Too much to take in-were Spike’s senses would of been screaming at him a moment before, scent of his enemies all around, the fluster of the mob so far below in such an insane melee, the loud clang of the giant hammer as it struck it’s target more and more frequently and rapidly, echoing back up here-but then he sort of shut it all out and most of it was fuzzy. He remembered Willow’s urgent voice in his head-which very well could of been his own-climbing up the platform at flat-out full speed. . . simply shoving aside the demon before it even had a chance to respond, doing things in a quick, very mechanical way. . . but then he found himself already on the ground level, Dawn in his arms as he carried her away to safety-she was quavering, shaking, he was trying to hush her-
Then everyone else rose from the mess and all seemed to gravitate towards the two immerging triumphantly, almost like the entire world was spinning and Spike and Dawn were at the center-and then there was Buffy. . .
And there was a lot of yelling and crying and hugging going on, and it took Spike time to realize somehow he was sort of caught in a group hug between Dawn and Buffy, most likely an accident-probably forgot he was there. . . somebody was hushing- it’s over, it’s over-shh-shh, it’s all right now. . . . rocking back and forth like a mother rocked a child. . .
Giles had said something. . . . so had Red. . . . somehow they all got back over to the beat-up RV and piled in, Giles taking the wheel, and were on the road driving all at once. . . he was just in such a state of shock, he missed most of that. . . didn’t matter. . . . it’s over. . . . it’s over. . . . we’re safe now. . . . it’s gonna be all right. . . shh. . . the soothing words of reassurance, whoever was speaking them, began to softly meld away as Spike felt consciousness slipping, and exhaustion take over.
When he awoke again things were a bit more clear this time, coming to him more easily. It was dark, they were still driving-still in the RV, odd. Aah, yes, it was a long drive out here, he remembered now-it would be a long ways back. He shut his eyes and breathed in deep, felt so warm. . . . so warm. . . suddenly wondered why that was and his confused mind put scattered pieces together-was sleeping on top of somebody, or the other way around, really-yes, right. . . . . drifting off again. . . yes, sleep. . . .
"Shh, I don’t want to wake her. "
"It’s-ok, there you go. You sure you can make this last hour? "
"Yes, thank you, Xander, I’m fine. "
Spike opened his eyes again to the dimly lit cabin of the Winnebago, feeling much better already, his vampire-healing having done an amazing job in such a short amount of time. He now was noticing more-yes, there was Willow and the other witch over on that side, and then Xander sitting across from him Anya leaning on his shoulder and Dawnie on his lap, they were fast asleep, and Xander was blinking back the sleep himself-Giles still driving doggedly-somebody shifted beside, well, more like on top of Spike; oh! He realized with some mild surprise that it was the Slayer. He blinked and realized that it didn’t seem to matter much, because the fact that he had Buffy sleeping on top of him could not sink into his head quite yet. . . . so he just sat there a while, gazing at the ceiling through a veil of blonde hair as an odd strand of hers had spread over his vision. As the car rolled along and the distance was put between the group and Glory’s massacre, they were more able to put it behind themselves mentally. Going home. It was done now. Done. . . the surrealness of the situation melted away like snow as they glided back to Sunnydale. Spike made an effort to stay awake this time, despite still being rather drowsy. He wanted to remember this. The only time it didn’t matter to anyone that he was a monster-he was treated like everyone else, for a short while. He wanted to know what it was like to have that feeling slip away, slowly for everyone’s minds to come back online, realize they were alive, remember they had a cold-blooded vampire among them. . . he wanted to witness that. Not because he’d get any kind of thrill out of their awkwardness or their shock, but because he wanted to bask in the glow of acceptance as long as possible. . .
So he sat there and the Winnebago moved on. Headlights dipped in and out of the cabin, drawing patterns over the worn team, the soft rush of cars passing by like some kind of artificial ocean. He just sat and watched that and just tried to feel for the longest time. A thing vampires usually avoid at all costs.
It was during the final stretch home that was most interesting. He was long since finished sitting in a daze, and now felt the eyes of the others boring into him-outsider, monster-yes, things were back to their old self-and he finally started to take in the rest of things. Like, for example, the Slayer-
Who had her arms wrapped around his waist and her head against his chest like she was cuddling a giant teddy bear or something, sleeping pretty much on his lap? He was certain she’ll be mortified later for that, but for now she rested so peacefully. . . . seemed so content. He spent the rest of that time basking in her glow, just this amazing girl. Her hair was strewn in all directions and he had to pull a few strands back to see her peaceful face better. Xander cleared his throat uncomfortably and Spike pauses his loving gaze upon her long enough to look up and see the boy rather ready to yank him out of his seat and give him a good beating. Spike stares at him levelly, as if daring him to do so, and then Red, who had been watching, puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. They hold a silent conversation of looks, and Xander gives up, goes back to stroking Dawn’s hair almost like a kitten. So protective of his friends. . . he could be so cold to some and so tender to others. . . Spike supposed he wasn’t much different than himself in that sense, but gag, to have any likeness to that stupid poof-
But no matter, at least Willow was smart enough to see that even if she didn’t like im’, Buffy was sound asleep and needed that. So Spike was free to enjoy that as best he could with Xander watching his every move. Of course he expected no less from the boy.
Buffy shifts in her sleep and buries her face deeper into his shirt and sighs, making a soft sound of contentment. It sends delicious vibrations through Spike’s body. ‘That’s what they mean by warm fuzzies, ’ he thought distractedly. It was bizarre, a totally new experience for him. To simply be tingling, and not completely out of sexual desire, but of-happiness or love or something . . . odd.
It may of been new to him, but the vampire decided he liked it, anyway.
She mutters in her sleep, her warm breath grazing his skin, and he can practically feel her own unique scent settling down on him, knowing he would smell like vanilla for several hours afterwards. God. If this wasn’t what Heaven was like, than somebody stake him now. . .
A sudden bump in the car and he realizes they have gotten off the highway. Oh, bugger. . . they were almost there. The vampire wished he had snapped out of his daze sooner in the trip so he could just focus on Buffy longer, but ehh. . . was already lucky as it was, he supposed. . .
"Spike-"
He looked up at who had whispered his name-Willow.
"We’re almost back. You need to-" she nods to Buffy- "wake her up. "
Yeah. Wake her up. He nods and looks back down at his Slayer. Curled up in his lap, she is the picture of pure innocence, when she was anything but. Purely amazing how she can hold such a deception. Spike reaches out to lightly shake her shoulder but instead decides to stroke her hair back. She sighs at his touch, and he is amazed. Never has his touch caused comfort to her-only anger and disgust. He wanted to be able to bring her comfort all the time. He looks up at Willow a moment but she is watching him expectantly. Damn it. He so very much did not want to do this. Regretfully he gave her shoulder a soft shake. She ‘hmmm’ed’.
"Buffy, " he murmured in her ear. "C’mon, Slayer, time to get up. "
She mumbles something-
"What’s that? "
"Don wanna. . . "
"Buffy, " he tries again softly, unable to help but pet her. She sighs again and seems to sink deeper. Her half-asleep voice comes muffled and innocent.
"No. . . sleep. . . . "
He looks back up at Willow who had been watching, trying his best to look pleadingly at her.
"Do I really have to? "
Xander was glaring by now at him but he didn’t care. The snip wouldn’t dare say anything because the witch was his best friend and she was handling it.
"Yea, pretty much, " she answered quietly so as not to wake Dawn, Tara or Anya.
He shook less subtly now, speaking in an almost normal tone,
"Buffy, c’mon, up and at em’ now. "
She squinted her eyes shut and moaned in protest.
"Go away, lemme sleep, damnit. . . "
Spike shook his head with a smile, in disbelief at the whole situation. He was telling her to get off him.
"C’mon, Slayer, I’m sure vampires aren’t the greatest teddy bears in the world anyway. All cold and-"
"Hm, you’re wrong though. Cos’. . . they’re like electric blankets. . . . once they warm up. . . mm. . . "
Sounded like she was drifting off to sleep again. Spike looked back up at the two watching Scoobies just to make sure he wasn’t hearing things, and this really was reality. Too good, man. This was too good. He decided to test how good. . .
"All right, Buf, if you don’t want to wake up, I’m gonna have to give you a kiss goodnight then, so how’s that-"
The vampire held a hand up as Xander had started to get up, eyes glowing like embers in the dark, burning with fiery vengeance-
"Was only kidding, mate, cool your jets, Jesus. "
He stood there a moment to stare Spike down, and then Willow tugged on his shirt, urging him to sit back down so she could handle it. After a few beats he did.
"Don’t worry about it, Spike, somebody can carry her if she’s really out that cold. "
Ok, yea, so that means she was saying she could stay? Oh, the Gods must be smiling down on him today, honestly-
The Winnebago took a tight turn and Spike realized they were driving through the familiar streets of Buffy’s neighborhood. Ah, there so fast? Damn. . .
Before he knew it the car’s engine shut off to leave only the sounds of the quiet night to keep them company. Giles had gotten out. . . the group was rousing and getting up slowly.
"Right, quietly, don’t wake her. "
"You get the door, Will. "
"Yea, I’m gonna, hang on. "
Will came up to Spike who had been calmly sitting there, C’mon, " she whispered, "Pick her up, we’re there. "
Spike looked at her with confusion a moment, wondering if it would be a good idea, but saw everyone was watching him expectantly, already outside the car, and nobody seemed to be protesting Willow’s request-nobody conscious, anyway, so he did, easily lifting up and standing with the Slayer still asleep in his arms. He gazed down a moment in disbelief at her-he really was carrying a willing Slayer and her friends weren’t biting him to bits and pieces over it. Will wonders ever cease.
He followed the Wiccan out the door carefully and found that Xander was carrying a sleeping Dawn-they both followed Red up to Buffy’s house while the others stayed behind with the car. At this point it felt most unreal again. Spike and Xander looked at each other simultaneously, both seeming to have a hard time processing things.
"You know she’d kill me if she found out anybody carried her, let alone me. "
Xander grinned at Spike’s comment.
"Yeah, probably would kill me too. "
He mused over this as they made their way across the lawn, the early dew clinging to his jeans, the soft shoof of their feet, just watching the starlight dance across the still-peaceful blonde’s face.
"She’s so strong. You wouldn’t even believe. . . how incredibly strong she is. Both of them. "
Xander nodded. Had Spike said that out loud?
"It awes me at times. But-"
Xander pauses a moment, regarding his Slayer thoughtfully, who looked so peaceful in Spike’s arms.
"She told me once it was really only her friends that made her that way. Not just for them. But because of them. "
Spike watched Willow fish her extra key out and unlock the door, and felt that in some odd and subtle way, the fierce guardian of the Scooby gang had been trying to tell him that he was a part of that group in some sense now-and even though Spike hated the kid’s guts and had always dearly wanted to twist his head off, for some reason at that moment it made him feel pleased. To be accepted even by him-it formed a small amount of respect in him for Xander. Who the Hell knew why? Tonight was an odd one.
Willow opened the door and lead the way inside and Spike followed behind Xander, a small smile playing on his lips and he easily crossed the threshold, remembering he no longer needed an invite. Willow and Xander muttered a minute and Spike followed them into the living room. Following Xander’s example he set his precious cargo down on the couch beside Dawn, Red was off in the other room somewhere doing something, he didn’t know what. They both stood a moment just to regard the two and then Willow materialized from behind them-aah, ok, blankets, a pillow-they stood back as Will fussed for a minute or two like a mother tucking in her young, then she turned and nodded to them. They started to leave but Spike could not take his eyes off the two girls tucked peacefully on the couch together. Red paused behind him.
"Spike, come on. "
It was soft but he sensed it to be a very direct order. It panged him a bit.
"We’re just gonna leave em’ here? "
"Yes, why not? "
His face creased with a look of genuine concern and Willow seemed to notice that, softened a bit.
"They need their rest after that. Spike, they’ll be all right. "
"Somebody should stay with them, though, " he said in an urgent whisper, not wanting to wake them. Xander was watching them expectantly from the threshold. Will gave him a glance and then came up to tug on the vampire’s leather-clad arm.
"They’ll be ok-"
"Yea, but-what about the morning? "
He turned to look at the young girl.
"They’ll wake up and, they’ll be alone-they should have somebody there. . . "
He looked at her pleadingly again,
"I don’t think I’d want to be alone like that if I was in their position. "
Will nodded, unable to fight with him this time, but Spike was still upset.
"They’ll-and lil’ bit-they might-"
"Shh, ok, we’ll figure something out-"
"Promise me you’ll come over or something. "
She seemed surprised a moment but then nodded yes.
"Yes. Promise. I’ll-I’ll come by early tomorrow, let myself in. "
Spike nodded, mostly to reassure himself,
"Ok, yea, good. Good-thanks, Red-"
She was gently leading him out of the room and he watched them as they left.
"You could-make them breakfast or something, that would cheer them up. "
He smiled at his own idea, imagining how that would be the perfect thing for them. Will looked with surprise at him again as they walked out the door.
"Hey, that’s actually a pretty good idea, yeah. "
Most of how it went after that was a blur again. They had gone back to the RV and driven. . . . . at some point Spike got back to his old crypt and shut the door and just gazed around for a bit.
"Back home, I guess. . . "
After that he just got on his couch and fell asleep, relieved to let the memories blur and fuzz and consume his mind as he drifted to sleep.
In a cozy little house on Sunnydale, Buffy shifts and sinks deeper into her pillow, sighing from under the comforter. Both her and her sister are out cold and probably would sleep well throughout the night.
They certainly deserved it.

Love’s Little Presents
Spike couldn’t sleep. He could still smell the vanilla on him. And I thought a slayers blood was intoxicating I should have tried her scent He thought. He stepped outside, even outside he could still smell her. He had to do something for her. Just her scent made him completely full of life. But what should he do he thought to himself.
“oh Buffy your up.” Willow said in a rather peppy mood. “come on in the kitchen. Dawn and me are having breakfast, I made some for you too.”
Buffy rubbed her eyes. “what time is it?” Buffy looked up at the clock. “IT’S NINE?!! Will new rule five hours after a close-to-apocalypse don’t wake me up for at least a day, ‘k?”
“sorry Buffy.” Willow said in a less peppy voice. She turned to leave the room with her puppy eyes on.
“No, sorry Willow.” Buffy stood up. “what’s for breakfast?” She forced a smile.
“O, I made eggs, and, and I made sausage!” Willow regained her peppiness.
~~
Wow, that was a lot of food. Buffy thought as she went to her room. Now sleep time. She opened her door and walked in. she went over and changed in to her yummy-sushi pajamas.
She finally looked at her bed and saw the rose. There was one rose in the middle of her pillow on top of a note with “Buffy” written on the front. She went and opened it.
“Dear Buffy,
I didn’t steal the rose or the paper. I bought them both and if you’re not Buffy put this letter down, now.
Buffy, I can’t stand it. Not being near you at all. Before we fought and that was good enough but then I got the chip, so I only saw you at our annual round of kick-the-Spike. And even when you meant to hurt me it was good enough because you still meant something with me even if it wasn’t good. But after smelling the vanilla so close and cuddling up as much as the other Scoobies would let me. I can’t settle for just the mean words anymore. I Love You. And you don’t love me back, I know that. Just know that I love you and I’m not sure I can just be the old woman and care for you even if you think I’m a monster. But I’ll try.
SPIKE William”
Buffy put the letter down. She remembered snuggling up with Spike in the car. And she was awake while he stroked her hair. When he tried to wake her, she could feel his cold breath on her neck. And right now she could think of one better place to be.
~~
She brought a blanket with her and crept quietly in to the dark crypt. She stopped when she saw him asleep on the sarcophagus. He looked so peaceful odd for a creature of destruction. It seemed to suite him.
He heard her walk in. If not for the smell of vanilla he would have moved and ruined the whole game. She lay down next to him and pulled up the blanket.
When she started to snake her arm under him, he breathed. She saw his unnatural breath catch in his throat. She grinned to herself and continued to push her arms around his waist and rest her head down on his chest.
He couldn’t stand to just not move, I already lost might as well enjoy it. He thought as he pulled his arm around to rest on her back. They sat that way for hours. He drew little circles on her back as she played with rim of his shirt.
Even though she was on a cold stone tomb, in that dark, dank crypt, held in the arms of a vampire it all felt so… right. With Angel she had the dark and dank but they couldn’t just sit in each other’s arms but with Riley it was all comfy and she started to miss the dark and dank part of her man.
Spike thought of nothing but the beautiful, vanilla scented, women in his arms. He knew soon she would have to leave. God, he wanted to kiss her, but he shouldn’t push his luck.
Why wasn’t he trying to kiss me? Maybe the P.J.’s are a turn off. She thought. “Spike?” she said.
He was startled by the break of silence. “ya, Luv?” he said leaning up to see her. She crawled up him till she was sitting next to him. She leaned in and his eyes rolled up at the feeling of her warm breath on his ear.
“Kiss me.”
He put on his famous grin and leaned over to her, pinning her under him. He kissed her so softly. She pulled her hands up to make the kiss fiercer, to make it harder.
I’m kissing the bloody slayer and…God it’s good. His hands began to entangle in her golden blond hair. No, no wait. Okay her tongue is gonna make it hard to stop anything. He pulled back from the kiss. “Umm… ah Buffy won’t everyone miss you?”
“Yeah, I said I was going to see Mom. How many hours can I convince them that takes?” she said with a smile.
“umm, let’s think luv, half a hour to get there, two hours of talking to the ground and a half an hour to get back. So what are you gonna say for the other two hours luv? O and if you say you were cuddling with the Big Bad then I want to come.” He counted out the time on his hands and used that cocky grin to finish it off.
“has it been five hours? Time flies when your havin’… Why do you want to come?” She stopped at the end of the fraise when she saw his cocky grin change to a genuine little smile spread across his face. She liked him but she didn’t want a full-blown-boyfriend Spike, yet. “But if I don’t go back I won’t have to think of a excuse at all.”
“That right?” her lips were very tempting at that moment. He started to lower his head again to her lips. “well let’s make sure you stay here then.”
Oh my god, what is that poking me? Oh my God. Buffy closed her eyes and waited for him to kiss her. She opened her eyes because he was getting off her. “Tease!”
“Am not.” He started to walk over to his chair. “just want some sleep is all. And unfortunately you do everything to me but make be sleepy. Night luv.” He sat back in his chair and closed his vary awake eyes.
“oh no you don’t.” Buffy got up and started to run at Spike.
“Bloody Hell!” He got up and started to run. Buffy’s giggling, I made Buffy giggle. There had to be something in the water cause this was the night for irony. He was running away from the slayer.
He stopped suddenly and grabbed as she ran at him, pulling her in to a kiss. He wanted her to remember this one. His hand slid under her top to touch the skin of her lower back the other was in her hair. He kissed her slow, every movement making her want him more.
She was leaving this kiss without this. She thought as her hand went down and cupped his ass. She pushed her tongue is mouth and let it meet his. She wormed her hand between their bodies and let her fingers push under his waistline. She push hand down until it grasped his cock.
His hand dropped from her back to her ass. Her small fingers began to pump him. His head abandon her mouth and lightly kissing her lower neck. He wanted her, bad. So I don’t need the truth just yet. He grabbed her hand and pulled it out of his pants. He picked her up and set her down on his sarcophagus. He stated with the first button on her pajamas leaving light kisses after each one. He got to her pajama pants and pulled them off her.
He pulled his shirt over his head and stood in front of the sarcophagus looking at her naked form. He could smell how aroused she was. He unzipped his pants and discarded them quickly. He crawled up her body and kissed her again when he reached her face. His hand reached between her legs and began to rub her clit. He left her mouth to suck on her mounds.
“Oh my god Spike! That feels so… that feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She said between moans. She could feel him grin against her breast and she crusted her self for wanting him.
She pulled his hand from her. He looked up confused. “Want you, now.” She said. He positioned himself in front of her dripping hole. She pulled him in to a kiss as he pushed in to her. He pushed in and out of her slowly at first.
“so bloody tight” He began to move fast because of her meeting him. He leaned down and spoke in to her ear, “god slayer your so bloody tight. So bloody tight.“
She hadn’t looked at his cock before he began fucking her but when she started to give him a hand job she new he was big. When he pushed in to her he stretched her… a lot. It felt so good.
He felt himself start to come so he pushed his hand down and squeezed her clit. That was it. They both exploded. They both moaned loudly still pushing in to each other, riding out their orgasms.
They sat there, him holding her. Buffy was gleefully blank minded were Spike’s mind just clued him in on a well-known fact. Buffy had to leave him after this. Go back to her home, pretending they hadn’t done anything. It terrified him.
He held her closer, taking in her sent after sex. He thought vanilla was intoxicating…. She leaned closer to him and let sleep take her. Spike did the same dreaming of the blond in his arms.
TBC… I hope. I wouldn’t hold your breath.