Title: Bite Down
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com


Summary: Buffy has a dental
appointment, but she hates going
to the dentist. Guess who gets roped
into taking her?


Part One: Wednesday evening.


"Hi..thanks for coming so soon."

Joyce smiled as she pulled the door open
wide.

"No problem," Spike replied, stepping into
the foyer. "What's up?"

"Come into the kitchen," she said softly. "Buffy's
upstairs and I don't want her to hear us talking."

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she
began nudging him in the direction she
wanted him to go.

After pulling two chairs away from the
kitchen table, Joyce sat down. "There's
beer in the fridge," she said. "Help your-
self."

"All right...you want one?"

Joyce declined and waited for him to
sit down.

"So," he said, popping the cap off the
bottle of beer. "What's with all the cloak
and dagger?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

Spike spoke without hesitation. "Name it."

The slayer's mother beamed at him, reminding
him once again that Buffy wasn't the
only Summers girl with a knock-out smile.

He liked Joyce, and he knew that despite
their initial introduction..when he'd found
himself on the business end of a fire
ax...she liked him too.

Joyce Summers always went out of her way
to be pleasant and friendly to him when-
ever he showed up at the door.

She had told him more than once how pleased
she was at the way his relationship with
Buffy had sorted itself out, and that she was
grateful to him for accompanying her on her
patrols of the cemeteries and back alleys
of Sunnydale.

Spike had spent a great deal of time and
a considerable amount of effort redeeming
himself in Buffy's eyes, and it had paid off.

Gradually, one baby step at a time, she had
begun to trust him, and they had become a
practiced and smooth working team, antici-
pating each other's moves and watching
each other's backs.

Of course, Buffy had downplayed their tur-
bulent beginning, and how fervently he'd
tried to kill her, figuring that the less her
mother knew about THAT, the better off
they would all be.

"Here's the thing," Joyce began. "I have
to go out of town for a few days, until
Sunday in fact, and Buffy has a dental
appointment on Friday."

"Mm-hmm," he nodded.

Joyce sighed. "The problem is that Buffy
hates going to the dentist, ever since she
was a child."

Spike grinned. The top gun slayer, one who
had gone toe-to-toe with more horrifying
monsters than you could shake a stick
at...scared to go to the dentist.

"The first time she went," Joyce contin-
ued, "the dentist had to extract two
abscessed teeth and she's never..."

"Forgiven him?" Spike ventured.

"Exactly."

"You want me to take her, then?"

"If it's not too much trouble." Joyce
favored him with another smile. "I'm
afraid that if I'm not here, she'll cancel
the appointment..or just not show up."

Spike tilted his chair onto it's back legs,
leaning against the wall. "You know I'll
do anything for you, Joyce, but don't you
think she'd rather have one of her friends
take her?"

Joyce pinned a level gaze on him. "You're
one of her friends..aren't you?"

He hesitated.

WAS he one of her friends..JUST a
friend..or was he something more?

He wanted to be something more. Wanted
it more than he'd ever wanted anything.

But 'wanting' and 'getting' were two totally
different things.

He'd WANTED for so long now that he
couldn't clearly remember NOT wanting,
as though it had always just been, and
always would be.

Wanting had become yearning..yearning
had become craving..and craving had
become needing.

Sometimes that need was unbearable,
almost physically painful.

These were the times when he had to isolate
himself from her, fearing that he might
buckle under the oppressive weight of his
need and simply take what he wanted..whe-
ther she offered it or not.

His desire for Buffy had been a constant
undercurrent when they had been enemies,
a secret he'd protected by burying it so
deeply into his subconscious mind that
even HE wasn't really aware of it.

Now that they were no longer enemies,
that desire had taken on a mind of it's
own. It was becoming difficult to control,
fraying at all it's seams.

**How long can you want and not have be-
fore you lose your mind, before you have
to turn your back and walk away forever?
How long can I put up with it?**

It was a valid question, and the answer was
as clear as glass; For as long as it takes.

Because there was no way that he could
EVER walk away from Buffy. No power on
earth could make him leave.

Not without her..

No matter how loudly his brain screamed
at him to put as much distance between
them as he could, his heart would never
allow it.

So, he would stay, and he would be her
friend. He would love her..and he would
protect her..he would do anything at all
for her.

Even if she never offered him anything
more than friendship.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Spike?"

He tuned back in to the conversation,
wondering how long he'd been gone
and what he had missed.

"I'm listening," he assured Joyce, setting
his chair back down on all four legs.

She gave him a doubtful look, then said, "The
reason I want YOU to take her is because..
well, because you're the only one strong
enough to MAKE her go...if it comes to that."

**MAKE her go? Strange way of putting it.**

"You aren't asking me just to drive her there,
are you?" he asked. "You want me to wrestle
her into the office, too."

"No! No, not at...um...yes," she finally
admitted. "But only if it's absolutely
necessary."

Spike paused. "You DO know that she's just
as strong as I am, don't you."

Joyce nodded.

"Well, what makes you think that I'll be able
to do what you want?"

"Let's just say that out of all her friends,
YOU have the best shot at it." She gazed
appealingly into Spike's eyes. "So, will
you help me?"

He looked at her, nodding his head in
surrender.

**Summers women...what is it about them
that makes me do anything they ask?**

"You know I will," he said. "Give me the
details."

Joyce reached into the back pocket of her
slacks and pulled out a business card.

"This is the address," she said, handing him
the card. "Her dentist has evening hours
on Friday so I made the appointment for
six o'clock."

"Sun will be down by then," Spike
said. "Good thinking."

"Even if it wasn't down, there's underground
parking and an elevator straight to the
office."

Spike's sharp ears detected the padding
of small feet coming down the stairs. He
slipped the appointment card into his
shirt pocket just as Buffy walked in to the
kitchen.

She looked surprised to see him, but
not displeased. "Hi," she said brightly. "How
come you're here?"

"I dropped in to see YOU, sunshine," he
replied, watching her open the refrigerator
door. "You patrolling tonight?"

Buffy sighed and opened a can of Coke. "What
else?" she shrugged.

"Fancy some company?"

"Sure," she answered without hesitating.

"Go and get your things, then," he said.

As Buffy turned and left the kitchen, Joyce
caught his eye and mouthed "Thank you",
giving him one last lovely smile.

**Oh, yeah...there's something about these
Summers women that gets me every damn
time.**

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mom...your cab's here." Buffy stood at
the bottom of the stairs, inspecting her
recent manicure. Without looking up she
hollered again. "MOM!!"

"I heard you the first time, Buffy," Joyce
scolded.

"Sorry." Buffy smiled, as she reached for
the suitcase in her mother's hand.

After stowing it in the trunk of the cab, she
threw her arms around Joyce and kissed
her cheek. "Have a safe trip."

"Before I go," Joyce said, pulling back to
look directly into Buffy's eyes, "do we need
to go over the rules again?"

"Nope," Buffy assured her. "Got all the rules
and regulations safely tucked away."

Joyce arched her brow, waiting.

Exasperated, Buffy rolled her eyes. "No parties,
no living on junk food, in bed by a reasonable
hour, remember to bring in the mail every day,
don't take candy from strangers, blah-blah-blah."

"Very amusing,"Joyce said, sounding anything
BUT amused.

"Mom...I KNOW the rules, okay? I'll be fine."

"I know you will, honey." As casually as she
could manage, Joyce added, "Don't forget about
your check up on Friday."

"Right. Like I even COULD forget with your
little hints every half hour. Not to mention the
big ' X marks the spot ' you drew on the cal-
ender. Kind of overdoing it, don't you think?"

"No," Joyce replied. "I don't." She opened the
door of the cab and got in.

"I'm not a baby, you know," Buffy said irritably.
"Don't worry about me."

Her mother smiled. "I beg your pardon, but
you're MY baby...and it's my job to worry
about everything when it comes to you..in-
cluding your teeth."

Buffy closed the cab door with a loud
clunk, hoping for a quick get away, then
sighed when her mom rolled down the win-
dow.

"I'm serious, Buffy. You're already three
months overdue for this check up."

"You'd better get going, Mom. You're gonna
miss your flight or something."

"Buffy..."

"I won't forget!" Buffy said loudly. "Geez, what
do I have to do? Slit open a vein and sign it
in blood?"

She leaned down to kiss her mother goodbye
again, then stood back and watched as the
cab pulled away.

When it turned the corner, she smiled and
pulled a cell phone out of the pocket of her
overalls.

"Hi, it's me..She just left..Play time, boys and
girls..What's that supposed to mean?..I said
that I KNEW the rules, not that I would FOLLOW
them..You worry too much for someone your
age..."

Still chatting, she went back into the house
and closed the door.

TBC....
Comments? Let me hear 'em!

Title: Bite Down
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: Buffy has a dental appoit-
ment, but hates going to the dentist.
Guess who gets roped into taking her?


Part Two
Friday evening.


"This is just stupid," Buffy grumbled,
supremely irritated at her predicament.

"Why's that, kitten?" Spike asked casually
from the driver's seat of Joyce's Blazer.

Buffy glared at him. "Because I don't need
someone to take me to the dentist. I'm
perfectly capable of getting there on my
own."

He smiled. "Yeah. I heard ALL about how
capable you are."

She folded her arms across her chest,
scowling. "My mother has a big mouth."

"Now, I thought those stories were cute,
kitten. Don't be embarrased."

Joyce had asked Spike back to the house
the next day and gave him an insurance
claim form to take with him.

As they sat at the kitchen table and sipped
hot cocoa, she had regaled him with amusing
stories of Buffy's past attempts to avoid the
dental chair; everything from hiding in the
top branches of a tree in their yard, to calling
the office pretending to be her mother and
cancelling the appointment.

"I'm not embarrassed," she snapped. "I'm
totally pissed off!"

"I can see that. But why?"

"Because," Buffy ranted. "She doesn't trust
me!"

Spike looked at her. "Has she got a reason
NOT to?"

"She..no, she's just..." Buffy stammered. "..of
course not!"

"I was just asking."

Buffy sat in angry silence for a minute, then
said, "It was pretty sneaky of her not to men-
tion ahead of time that you were coming with
me."

Spike shook his head in mock sympathy. "Poor
little slayer."

"What?"

"Must be frigging awful to have a mother who
cares so much about your teeth," he said. "Good
God, what a nightmare."

"Oh, shut up." With her scowl still in place,
she slid down in her seat and didn't say another
word for the remainder of the drive.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy glanced at Spike as he stood leaning
back against the rear wall of the elevator,
watching the green digital numbers change.

When they passed the fifth floor, she reached
out and pushed the "Stop" button on the
panel.

Inside he was smiling broadly, but he kept
his facial expression neutral. "The office is
on the seventh floor, kitten."

"Yeah, I know. I just..."

"Just what?" he asked.

"Well, I'm HERE now. There's really no reason
for you to waste your time hanging around."

Buffy was trying to sound casual, as though it
made no difference to her whether he stayed
or not, but she didn't think she was pulling
it off very well.

She should have known better. Although she
had no problem snowing her friends and, to
a lesser degree, her mother..Spike always saw
through her right down to the nucleus of her
being. She couldn't put anything over on him.

Looking at him now, she could see that this
time was no exception, and she'd have to
handle things differently.

Spike was smiling indulgently as he reached
to start the elevator moving again.

"That's all right, kitten," he said, pinching her
cheek. "I'm free all evening, and I can't think
of anyone I'd rather spend it with."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The sign on the door of Suite 710 informed
them that there were four dentists practicing
there; a general Dentist, an oral surgeon,
an orthodontist, and a periodontist.

"Got all their bases covered," Spike said as
he pushed the door open.

Once inside, he glanced around the waiting
area. "Very nice."

His feet sank into plush carpeting in a muted
shade of blue. There was a small sofa and
several arm chairs upholstered in a contrasting
color.

Three or four oak tables held a selection of
magazines, and one wall consisted of an oak
shelving unit holding at least thirty books, as
well as porcelain and brass figurines.

As he examined his surroundings, Spike
couldn't help comparing them with the
dental parlors that had been around back
when he was still mortal.

Now, THEY were something to be afraid of.

Stepping up to the counter, he tapped lightly
on a pane of frosted glass that separated the
front desk from the waiting room.

The pane slid open immediately, revealing
the receptionist..a good looking redhead
with a nice figure and a toothy smile that
was a fantastic testimony to her employer's
skills.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked.

"Yeah," Spike said. "Buffy Summers is here."

The receptionist looked past him into the
waiting room. "Where?"

"Right.." Spike turned around and found himself
staring at an empty room.

"Damn it," he swore softly, then turned back
to the receptionist. "Hang on a minute."

He ran down the corridor, turning the corner
just in time to see Buffy punching the "Down"
button on the elevator.

He could hear her muttering, "Come on, come
on," under her breath.

Buffy spotted her babysitter rounding the
corner, and was about to lunge for the stairs
when the elevator 'dinged' and the doors
slid open.

"Ha!" she said triumphantly, placing one
foot inside the car.

But in her hurry to be gone, she had forgotten
how fast Spike could move when he wanted
to. Before she saw it coming, he grabbed
her by the scruff of her neck and yanked her
back out of the elevator. "Ha!" he mimicked
her.

Buffy yelped with surprise and turned to
elbow him painfully in the abdomen, but
he was prepared for it and deflected the
blow without hardly trying.

"Let go of me!" she demanded, bringing the
heel of her shoe down on top of his foot,
another maneuver he avoided easily.

He ended her struggles by wrapping both
arms around her wriggling body and lifting
her clean off her feet.

"No, I can't do that, kitten." Tightening his
grip, he walked with her to a small bench
next to a payphone.

"You're just wasting your time and energy,
you know," he said. "I'm the one you practice
these moves with, remember?"

All the fight suddenly drained out of her. Won-
dering if she thought she could get him to
let go by pretending to surrender, he kept
his arms locked around her.

Buffy took a deep breath and closed her
eyes. "Spike, please," she said quietly. "You're
hurting me."

He didn't let go, but he modified his grip as
he sat on the bench, holding her in his lap.

Spike was beginning to find her behavior
worrysome. A little dental phobia was one
thing, but Buffy looked positively green at
the prospect of walking into that office.

Urging her to lay her head against his
shoulder, he petted and stroked her hair,
trying to soothe her.

When he felt her begin to relax in his arms,
he said, "What's the matter, kitten? It's not
like you to be so frightened. Are you afraid
it's gonna hurt?"

Buffy shook her head. "Sort of, but..that's
not why."

"Tell me," he coaxed her.

She took another deep breath, collecting her
thoughts.

"When I was little..when we lived in Los Angelus..
my mom took me to my first dentist appointment.
I was kind of scared, but they wouldn't let her
go in with me. I don't remember why."

"Mm-hmm...and?"

"Dr. Richards..that was his name..he was pretty
nice at first. But he.."

"Your mother told me about the extractions."

"Oh. Well, anyway..she had given me the whole
"dentist is our friend" pep talk, but I was just a
little kid. I didn't want some stranger coming at
me, poking me with a sharp..."

When she realized what she was saying, she
looked up and saw him smiling at her.

"Yeah," he said. "I don't like that, either. Ruins
my whole day."

She giggled, and he gave her a gentle
squeeze. "Go on with your story."

Buffy began playing distractedly with the
buttons on his shirt. "Dr. Richards..."

"Hurt you?"

"...was mean to me."

"MEAN to you?" Spike stiffened. "How was he
mean to you?"

She stopped fiddling with his buttons. "He...I
was in the chair, and...and he..."

Spike pressed her more firmly against his
shoulder, so she wouldn't see the expression
on his face.

**No...do NOT let this be going where I think
it's going**

Anger was building slowly inside of him,
but he kept his voice calm. "What did he do?"

"He was giving me a shot of novacaine in my
mouth...and it really hurt."

Not what he'd been afraid she was going to
say, thank God.

"I started to cry...and I guess I was kind of
squirming around in the chair. He got mad
at me and he took the needle out..then
he covered my mouth with his hand and
pinched my nose."

**FUCKING HELL!....what kind of dentist
pulls shit like that with a frightened four year
old girl??**

Although he knew it was contrary to most
vampires, Spike had always liked children.

If there'd been any soft spots to be found for
humans anywhere inside of him, they were
reserved for the little ones.

In fact, one of the few things he had genuinely
disliked about Drusilla had been her penchant
for hunting and devouring children.

She had absolutely no qualms about plucking
infants from their cradles and draining them
dry, then tossing their corpses aside like so
much trash.

Occasionally, she'd cap off the experience
by lingering nearby to listen to the screaming
and weeping of parents when they discovered
the broken little bodies of their children.

He had never told Dru how he felt, but he'd
always distanced himself from her for a while
after these episodes.

Spike considered vampires who specialized
in killing children to be particularly revolting,
and though he had tolerated it with Dru, he
hadn't allowed any other vamp that worked
for him to engage in the practice.

This had left him open for questions and
comments as to why he gave a damn whether
mortal children lived or died, but he hadn't
cared.

Feeling no need to explain jack shit to any-
body, he had simply laid down the rule and
dared any member of his gang to break it.

Most of the vamps he'd associated himself
with had followed his edict automatically.
The rest of them, he'd bullied into submission.

But, sitting here now, holding Buffy in his arms
as she relayed this nasty little story, reminded
him that vampires weren't the only monsters
menacing children.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, kitten,"
he said, kissing the smooth skin of her fore-
head. "And I promise I won't let anybody be
mean to you ever again."

Buffy sighed, making no effort to leave
his lap. "Can't we just go home?"

"Sorry, kitten." He shook his head, no. "I
promised your mother that I'd get you into
that office. You wouldn't want me to break
my promise, would you?"

"I won't tell if YOU won't tell," she grumbled.

Spike chuckled. "I can't lie to your mother. I'm
an accomplished liar at times..but she'll see
right through me."

Slipping his arms beneath her, he stood up
and carried her back down the hallway. As
he set her on her feet, he smiled. "Let's try
again."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The receptionist opened the inner door
and gestured for Buffy to come inside.

The slayer turned to Spike with a last ditch
appeal in her wide green eyes, begging
him to please get her out of there.

He slipped one hand behind her neck and
tugged her close to whisper in her ear. "Listen,
you're a big girl now. If THIS one puts his
hand over your mouth, feel free to break his
fingers."

Buffy smiled and pulled away, surprising him
by brushing the side of his face with her lips.

She stood up, and Spike had to consciously
keep himself from grabbing her hand and
pulling her back down to kiss her senseless.

"Be seeing you," she said softly.

He watched her cross the room, looking
like a condemned prisoner on the way
to the hanging tree.

As she passed in front of the receptionist,
Spike jumped to his feet.

"Don't hurt her," he said firmly, a hint of a
threat in his voice.

"We won't," she replied, closing the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He hated waiting. He'd never had any real
patience, even as a mortal, and after
he'd become a vampire, he didn't really
have to wait for anything.

So, he wasn't any good at it.

After thirty minutes, he moved from the sofa
to an armchair. Five minutes more went
by, and he began to prowl the room like a
caged ferret.

He was nearly ready to kick the door in
and demand to see that Buffy was all
right, when it opened suddenly and a girl
he hadn't seen before came out.

"Are you here with Buffy?" she asked.

"Yeah. Who are YOU?" he demanded. "Is
anything wrong?"

She looked startled at his vehemence. "I'm
Dr. Stern's asistant, and nothing's wrong. This
is her first appointment with us, so we took a
full set of x-rays, and Dr. Stern noticed an
impacted third molar..a wisdom tooth..in both
the upper and lower right quadrants."

"So what does that mean?"

"They have to come out."

Spike sat down hard on the sofa."What..to-
night? Why? I mean...are they hurting her?"

The girl shook her head. "No, but if they
don't come out, they can start to cause
problems that WILL be painful. It's
better to do it now and avoid the com-
plications."

She sat down beside him. "Don't look so
worried," she said. "It's an easy procedure."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. But..she's going to be sedated
for it, so she'll need someone to drive her
home and stay with her for a little while.

Spike felt his stomach tighten. "Maybe she
should wait until her mother is.."

The assistant cut in. "She said she wants
it done now, that you'll drive her home and
take care of her." She paused, then said, "She
seems pretty certain..is this a problem for
you?"

Spike shook his head. "No. No, it's not a
problem," he said quickly. "She said that? That
I'd take care of her?"

"Yes, she did. She said she wants YOU to
be here for her..that you make her feel brave."

Spike stared at the floor as a wave of tender-
ness passed through him.

He looked up at the assistant. "Tell her I'll
be right here."

She stood up and gave him a little smile. "It'll
take us a few minutes to get things set up.
Would you like to come in and sit with her
until we're ready?"

"Yes," he said immediately, instantly back
on his feet. "Where is she?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The assistant stopped in front of a door
with the number 4 on it, gesturing for
Spike to go on in.

Without hesitating, he opened the door
and entered the small room.

It was spotlessly clean, with a big picture
window and a slight scent of antiseptic in
the air.

The centerpiece of the room was a padded
dental chair so large that the girl sitting
in it looked tinier than she already was.

Although the chair was still in an up-
right position and there were no frightening
instruments in sight, Buffy sat rigidly
still, her nails digging into the chair's
padded arms.

Spike closed the door behind him. "Hello,
kitten," he said, pulling up a small chair
on wheels and sitting beside her. "You
all right?"

When she turned to look at him, he noticed
that her eyes were a little glazed, and
guessed that she'd been given something
to relax her.

Buffy smiled sweetly at him. She loved it
when he called her "kitten". She'd heard him
call other girls "pet" and "luv", and he usually
called Willow "red", but he kept the name
"kitten" reserved only for her.

Her head felt pleasantly fuzzy, and she re-
tained just enough clear thinking to know
that the injection she'd been given was kicking
in.

"I'm fine," she answered. "Feeling very not-so-
bad right now." She sighed deeply. "They tell
you the good news?"

Spike nodded, returning her smile. "Doesn't
seem quite fair, does it?"

Reaching for her hand, he brought it to his lips
and kissed the back of it, then laced his fingers
with hers. There was a brief silence between
them, broken when Buffy suddenly giggled.

The childlike sound made him smile again. "What's
funny, honey?"

She took a deep breath and released it. "I have
noooo idea."

Spike shook his head.

Buffy gazed up into his eyes, light green
colliding with dark blue.

Even with her befuddled brain, she knew it
hadn't actually taken her long to SEE it,
just to ADMIT it.

She'd seen it the moment their eyes met
for the first time, and she remembered think-
ing what a damn shame it was to have looks
like that wasted on a vampire.

Very nice of life, wasn't it? Dangling this
handsome creature before her eyes, teasing
her with something she could never have...a
fallen angel, cast out of heaven and thrown
at her feet.

"You're awfully quiet, kitten. What are you
thinking about?"

"Nothing much."

**That was a big, fat lie. I'm thinking about
you, Spike. And about me and my feelings
for you, and when I started feeling them, and
what am I gonna do about them, and...**

"How are you feeling, Buffy?" The dentist's
assistant came into the room, bringing an
IV set up with her.

Buffy looked at her, squeezing Spike's hand.

"Pree gooood," she said, her words beginning
to slur.

"All right then, I'm going to start your IV, and
that'll help you go to sleep for a little while,
okay?"

Buffy nodded. "S'allright by me." She turned her
face away as the back of her free hand was
swabbed with alcohol and the needle was gently
inserted and taped down.

"This isn't a general anesthesia," the girl ex-
plained. "It's an IV sedation..used to be called
twilight sleep, because that's what you do." She
hung the IV bag on the light fixture, and started
the drip. "Be right back."

After she was gone, Buffy looked up at
Spike. "Thank you for taking care of me," she
murmured.

He gave her a reassuring smile. "It'll all be
over soon, kitten. I promise."

The assistant came back in and injected
the medication that would make Buffy sleep
into the IV line.

By the time she left the room again, Buffy
was struggling to keep her eyes open. "You've
been so good to me...helping me...and I never
say...say thank you."

"Yes, you have," he replied. "You've thanked me
plenty of times.

She raised her eyebrows, perplexed. "Oh...yes?"

"Yes."

She was quiet for a moment, and Spike figured
she had fallen asleep, but she roused herself,
trying to speak.

"But there's something else...I didn't tell you...I
should have...but..."

"You want to tell me now?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm..."

He waited. "I'm listening, kitten."

"I never told you..." Her voice began to fade
out. "...that I...that I love you..."

"WHAT?" He was so surprised that he
wasn't sure he heard her properly. "Buffy..
what did you say?"

There was no reply...just soft, even
breathing.

"BUFFY! Wake up!"

"Actually," a voice spoke from the door-
way. "That's not what we want her to
do. It kind of defeats the purpose of the
sedation."

A man that Spike assumed was Dr.
Stern came into the room, wearing blue
scrubs and a doubtful expression.

"Yeah, well...it's just that she needed to
tell me...something," Spike said lamely.

"Was it something important?"

Spike sighed and shook his head a
little. "You have NO idea."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An hour later, he was back in the waiting
room, turning the pages of a magazine
without even seeing the words printed on it.

His mind was completely occupied with
analyzing Buffy's last statement before
she'd gone down for the count.

**She loves me. She said it...and sure, she
was half in the bag when she said it, but
still**

He tried to be logical and remain calm
about what she had said, but logic wasn't
easy to come by when you finally heard
the words you'd waited and wanted to
hear for so damn long.

As for calm...well, that pretty much took
a back seat to manic elation.

Spike walked over to the window and looked
outside. There was a fat and brightly shining
moon casting it's romantic glow over the most
prosaic of settings.

He remembered something a friend had
told him once, about a thing he'd called
the "Yeah, but.." philosophy.

**Yeah, she said she loves me...but what
did she really mean?**

This was followed by the "What ifs".

What if..she didn't really mean it?; What
if..it was the sedation talking?; or worst of
all, what if...she loved him as a friend?

Well, that was the kiss of death right there.
An E ticket ride to "Just Friends Land".

Spike had been there in the past, and it
wasn't a place he wanted to return to any-
time soon.

Still, if you looked at it from the proper angle,
the "just friends" platform could be a solid
enough foundation to build on.

Just because HE had gone overnight from
hating every part of her to falling head over
heels in love with her, didn't mean that SHE
had to travel the same route herself.

Lack of patience notwithstanding, he could
wait. He'd waited this long, and he sure as
hell didn't want to scare her off now.

Of course, there was the delicious possibi-
lity that she'd meant what she'd said the way
he wanted her to mean it.

And, if THAT was true, then all bets were off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Back on the sofa, Spike looked up when the
door to the inner offices swung open and saw
the dental assistant standing there, smiling.
"She's all done."

Spike stood up anxiously. "How'd she do?"

"Just fine," the girl assured him. "Everything
went beautifully." She handed him a sheet
of paper. "These are post-operative instructions
and here's a prescription for codeine if she
needs it."

"She has a pretty high tolerance for pain,"
Spike replied, glancing at the paperwork.

"Well, she probably won't need it then." She
handed him a small white card. "I made an
appointment for her on Tuesday. If it's not
convenient for her just have her call and we'll
reschedule it."

Spike nodded.

"Okay, come on back and you can take her
home."

He followed the dental assistant back down the
corridor to the room he'd left Buffy in. When he
looked inside, he saw that she was wide awake
and sitting up, listening to the dentist explain
what she could expect during her recovery.

Buffy smiled when she saw him standing by
the door, smiled so sweetly that he was certain
she was aware of what she'd said, and that she'd
meant it the way he wanted her to.

"Hi, kitten," he said. "You feeling all right?"

Her face was a little swollen, but nothing that
detracted from her beauty in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said. "A little sleepy, maybe."

"The after effects of the sedation," Dr. Stern ex-
plained. "By tomorrow morning you'll be fine." He
looked at Spike. "Did Susan give you the post-
op instructions?"

"Yeah," Spike said, not taking his eyes off
Buffy, a fact that the dentist and his helpers
noticed.

"All right," Dr. Stern said, "Buffy..here's your ride
and I'll see you next week."

He left the room, and Susan appeared in the
doorway. "Hop in," she said cheerfully, holding
the handgrips of a wheelchair.

Buffy shook her head. "I don't need that," she
replied, as firmly as she could. "I can walk."

The assistant just gave her a sympathetic
smile. "Oh, I'm sorry. You have go down in
the chair...those are the rules.

Rules and Buffy were rarely a well fitting mat-
ched set.

"Maybe you could bend those rules a little,"
Buffy suggested. "I won't tell anyone."

"I really can't. You've been under sedation,
and if you got dizzy or..."

"I never get dizzy," Buffy said pugnaciously, "and
I'm not riding in that thing." Her manner was
clearly daring the other girl to keep arguing.

"Why don't I solve this problem?" Spike inter-
jected. Shoving the papers in his pocket, he
leaned over and scooped Buffy up in his arms

She made a tiny squeak of surprise, then auto-
matically wrapped her arms around his neck.

He winked at her, then looked at Susan. "That
should satisfy everyone here," he said, giving
her his most charming smile, the one that
usually got him whatever he wanted. "She won't
have to ride in the chair, and you won't have
to worry that she might get dizzy."

Holding her a little closer, he turned his smile on
Buffy. "Ready to go home and let me spoil you
rotten, kitten?"

Buffy sighed, laying her head on shoulder. "To-
tally ready," she said.

When the door closed behind them, the dental
assistant and the receptionist just stood there
staring at it.

"THAT is the luckiest girl on the face of the
planet," the receptionist murmured.

"Oh, man.." the assistant whined. "That was
SO romantic. Why are all the gorgeously sexy
knights in shining armor taken, anyway?"

The receptionist shrugged. "Because there
aren't enough of them," she said. "They're a
vanishing breed."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Still feeling all right, kitten?"

"Uh-huh."

"Want me to put you down now? No one's
looking."

"No, I'm fine," Buffy said quickly. "Unless you
WANT to put me down. Am I too heavy?"

Spike chuckled. "Yeah, too heavy. That's you
all right. I'm staggering under the load." He
pressed his cheek against the soft crown of her
hair. "Silly little girl."

"Good," Buffy murmured sleepily. "Let's go
home."

Such wonderfully enticing words. As though HER
home was THEIR home.

**If only, kitten...if only.**


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TBC....
Comments? Let me have 'em.

Title:Bite Down
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: After the dentist...



Part three....
Friday / 10:30p.m.


"Buffy?" Spike knocked softly on the bathroom door.

No answer.

"Hey!" He thumped the door with his fist. "Buffy!"

There was a loud splash, followed by the voice of
someone who'd just swallowed a sizeable amount
of water.

"What..." she coughed. "Spike...I'm...what?"

"Don't fall asleep in the bathtub, kitten," he instructed
her in a tone that meant business.

"I..I wasn't...I didn't..." she hacked. "I'm okay. What
do you...want?"

"Nothing special," he replied. "Just making sure you're
still with me."

**What a liar I'm turning out to be. But what am I
supposed to do...say what's REALLY on my mind?
That I want to get in there with her and scrub her
back...and her front...and everything in between?**

"I'll...I'll be out in a minute," she informed him, still
sounding like she was aspirating a gallon of water
from her lungs.

Spike tried to suppress a mental picture of what
was happening on the other side of the...remark-
ably flimsy looking...bathroom door.

But he could still hear the water sloshing around
as she displaced it, and nothing short of sticking
his fingers in his ears while singing "God Save The
Queen" was going to drown it out.

"I'll be downstairs then. You need anything" **and
I DO mean anything** "just give a shout."

"Okay."

Down in the kitchen, he fished the post-operative
instructions from out of his pocket, smoothing
them out on the counter.

It was all pretty straightforward. Common sense, most-
ly. Stick to soft foods...icepack for swelling...call the
office if your face falls off...all the usual stuff.

One item caught his eye. Apparently, he should
give Buffy two of the tablets that the dentist had
provided for her, even if she wasn't in serious pain.
The note informed him that, if she waited until the
pain set in before she took them, she would suffer
until they began to do their job.

"Oh, I don't THINK so," he mumbled, shaking two
of the pills out into his palm, then filling a glass
with lukewarm water.

He took everything back upstairs, knocking softly
on her bedroom door.

"Hey, kitten...you decent?"

"Yeah. Come on in."

Glancing heavenward at the words that probably
meant more to him than they did to her, he opened
the door.

She was sitting on the side of her bed, wearing an
oversized mans dress shirt, and brushing her hair.

Spike swallowed hard.

"What's up?" she asked, replacing her brush on her
vanity table.

Perfect. Another loaded question.

"The dentist gave me some pain pills for you, kitten." He
held out the glass and tablets to her.

"But I'm not in much pain," she countered, furrowing
her brow.

"Yeah, I know, but..he said that you should take them
anyway because...if you...look, just read it."

Buffy took the sheet of paper and looked it over.

"I guess it makes sense," she shrugged. Accepting
the water and the pills, she swallowed them down.

Spike took the glass back, examining her face.

"What?" she asked him, lightly touching the
side of her face. "Am I all swollen and funny
looking?"

He shook his head. "You're as beautiful as you
always are, kitten," he said, quite sincerely.

Casting around in his mind for a safe topic of
conversation, he simply asked, "You hungry,
sweetie? Because the pain pills work better
when you have a little food in your tummy."

Buffy smiled and raised her eyebrows in feigned
shock. "You can cook?"

"I can manage something easy," he said. "Some
eggs, maybe...some soup?"

She thought it over. "What kind of eggs?"

He gave her a look. "Chicken."

"But cooked how?"

"Well, nothing too fancy," he said. "But I'm pretty
sure a trained chimp could scramble eggs."

"Then I suppose you can probably do it, too," she
countered smoothly.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, there's nothing sassier
than a woman who knows that a fellow won't hit
her."

Buffy trailed down the stairs after him. "What kind
of soup?"

"Canned."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy sat patiently at the kitchen table, her hands
folded in front of her, watching Spike move around
the kitchen.

When he bent over to remove a carton of eggs from
the bottom shelf of the fridge, she blinked slowly
at the very nice view he was offering her.

**Is it just me....or does he have a really nice butt?**

No, he really did, she decided as he straightened
back up. The boy had one damn fine posterior.

**Oh, goodie...he's putting the eggs back.**

She licked her lips and leaned forward a little
as he returned the eggs to the fridge, minus two.

"How d'ya want it, kitten?"

**Anyway I can get it, handsome**

"All scrambled up, please," she said cheerily.

Spike glanced at her briefly, then began to
crack the eggs into a bowl.

When he returned to the fridge, Buffy perked
up, but all he took out was a carton of milk
and a dish of butter. Unfortunately, both of
these items were on the top shelf.

**Phooey**

He poured a dollop of milk into the bowl, then
found a fork and began whipping up the eggs.

Buffy rose a bit unsteadily to her feet and crossed
the kitchen until she was standing directly behind
him, peering around his side.

He stopped. "What are you doing?" he asked,
noticing her.

"Watching," she said promptly. "You never know
when this might be useful."

"For you?" He sounded amused. "What are you
planning on doing? Throwing eggs instead of
stakes?"

She giggled. "That'd get their attention, wouldn't it?"

"Daresay, it would." He winked at her and sliced
off a portion of butter, dropping it into the frying pan
and adjusting the gas.

"How you feeling, kitten?" he asked, as the
butter began to melt.

"Not bad," she answered.

"Nothing hurts?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "Hey, those pills
work great. You could punch me in the side of
the face right now and I wouldn't know it."

"Is that so?" he said, pouring the frothy egg mixture
into the pan.

"Go ahead," she urged. "Try it."

He chuckled as he pushed the eggs around
the pan with a fork. "Go sit down, kitten. You're
starting to sound a bit daffy."

Buffy watched him open a cabinet and reach for
a plate, fascinated by the sight of a strip of skin
that was exposed when the hem of his shirt
separated from the waistband of his jeans.

Unable to stop herself, she ran her finger along
that expanse of smooth skin.

"Hey!" He swung around on her. "You trying to make
me drop this plate?"

Her eyes dancing with mischief, she shook her head.

"Then watch it with the tickling fingers," he added,
grabbing her hand and giving it a quick kiss.

He transferred the eggs to the plate and handed
it to her. "Go sit down and eat."

Buffy's heart had actually skipped several beats
when she had felt his lips on her hand. God only
knew what would happen if he kissed her on the
mouth. Probably an instant coronary.

Spike pulled a bottle of beer out of the fridge,
then sat down opposite her.

"That was really good," she said, pushing her cleaned
plate to one side. "Thank you."

He just smiled at her. Although he'd never said it,
he enjoyed watching Buffy eat. Considering how
small and slender she was, she had the appetite
of a lumber jack and she wasn't the least bit shy
about showing it either.

Buffy watched as Spike tilted his head back and
took a long swallow of beer. His adams apple
bobbed up and down, and she was overcome by
a sudden urge to lean over the table and run her
tongue over it.

Instead, she cleared her throat. "Can I have a sip?"

"Sure," he said, handing her the bottle. "Just a small
one though, on account of the pills."

This little ritual was a secret between the two
of them that had started several months ago.

On a warm summer night, after patrolling four
different cemeteries, they'd come back to her
house to unwind. Joyce had been out for the eve-
ning, and they'd sat on the sofa together watching
and making fun of the latest slice and dice movie
to hit HBO.

She'd gone into the kitchen, returning with a
can of beer for him and Coke for her. After a few
minutes, she'd asked him if she could have a
taste of the beer.

Pushing aside the thoughts of what Joyce might
do if she found out he'd been letting her under-
age daughter drink beer, he had handed her the
can.

Expecting her to wrinkle up her nose and make
a disgusted face, he'd been surprised when she'd
declared a liking for the beverage.

Ever since that night, when no one else was
around to see, they would sit together and talk,
splitting a can of beer.

He never gave her a can of her own, and she'd
never requested one. They both enjoyed the inti-
macy of sharing, although neither one had ever
said it in so many words.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


After putting the kitchen to rights, they took
their accustomed seats on the sofa, and Buffy
turned on the T.V.

Five minutes later, she turned to him and, ap-
propos of nothing whatsoever, asked, "Do you
think I'm pretty?"

Spike was certain that he hadn't heard her
properly. "What?"

Buffy repeated the question.

"Well, you know I do, kitten," he said, tugging
gently on a lock of her hair. "I think you're VERY
pretty."

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, she settled
back and returned her attention to the television.

He couldn't believe that was the end of the
subject. "What brought that on?" he asked.

"Hmm?" She looked at him for a moment. "Oh,
nothing really. There's this guy in my psych
class..."

Spike tensed his shoulders, not liking the direction
she was wandering off in. "Yeah?"

"I think he likes me...but he hasn't asked me out,
and I was just wondering if maybe he doesn't
think I'm...you know...attractive enough."

His jaw tightened. "Is that a fact?" he muttered.

"Yeah. He's really cute though..and nice. You
should see his car."

Sometimes Buffy forgot that she wasn't talking
to one of her little girlfriends.

"He talks to me a lot at school, and he bought
me a Coke the other day..."

"Big spender," Spike mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said, hoping she'd just drop the whole
bloody fucking horrible subject.

"I don't know why he hasn't asked me out,"
she rambled on.

Spike shrugged. "He's probably gay."

"What?" She laughed a little. "He is not! Cut it
out."

He folded his arms across his chest, willing her to
close her damn mouth about this other guy.

"Maybe I should ask HIM," she mused. "Do guys
like it when a girl asks...."

"No!" He cut her off mid-sentence. "We hate it. There's
nothing worse than some pushy girl acting the tart.
Now, will you clam up? I'm trying to watch" He
had no clue as to what program was on. "this."

"Well, excuse me," Buffy huffed. "I was just trying
to make conversation."

"Oh, yeah?" he countered. "Well, I'm not "Dear Abby"
so how about you save that inane crap for your little
girly mates at school? They got the right amount of
missing brain cells to actually give a shit!"

Inwardly, Buffy was jumping up and down in glee. It
didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Spike was
reacting out of jealousy...which was the only reason
she'd brought stupid Parker Abrams up in the first
place.

A slight twinge from her jaw dampened her
giddy happiness. Cupping the side of her face with
one hand, she flinched.

Which took all the wind out of Spike's irritable
sails. "What's wrong, kitten?" he asked, sitting
up and rubbing her back.

"It's starting to hurt," Buffy said. "Can I have
another pill?"

Spike glanced at the clock. It had only been
two hours and change since she'd taken the
first dose. The instructions had said to take
two pills every four hours if they were needed.
It was too soon.

But...she was in pain. No way could he allow
that.

He called the dentist's office and left a message
with the answering service, stressing the fact
that it was very important and he wanted to
speak to the man immediately.

Apparently, he'd put just the right amount of threat
into his tone, as the phone rang less than three
minutes later.

Buffy was looking more and more unhappy by
the second, and Spike nearly bullied the dentist
into allowing her another dose of her medication,
although he did advise her to take only one pill
this time.

Grateful to get anything at all, Buffy swallowed the
tablet, then crawled down to the other end of the
sofa and waited to be invited into Spike's gentle
embrace.

Without a word, he reached for her and lifted her
onto his lap, holding her and stroking her hair until
the medication kicked in and she began to drift off.

Spike was about to carry her upstairs and put her
to bed, when she turned her head against his
shoulder and did the exact same thing she had
done to him in the dental office.

Her words came out on a soft sigh. "I love you..."

He groaned in total frustration. "You know, I really
wish that just once you'd say that when you're awake."

Whereupon, she lifted her head and looked him right
in the eye. "I am awake," she smiled. "And I love you."


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TBC.....
Comments? Please leave some.

Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: After the dentist
Rating: NC-17



Part Four....


Spike stared into Buffy's sparkling green eyes in
stunned fascination, unable to process what he
THOUGHT he'd heard. "Beg pardon?"

Buffy leaned forward and placed her forehead against
his, returning his direct gaze. "I said...I AM awake."

He waited for half a beat, then sighed.

**Yeah...I knew it was too good to be...**

Right about the moment when that thought was par-
tially formed, he felt five little fingers slip around the
back of his neck.

"And.." she added, she added, her eyes still locked with
his. "I love you."

Instead of rocketing him into the stratosphere, her
words drop kicked him back into the dilemma he'd
experienced earlier at the dentist's office.

**She's hopped up on pain killers, so don't get ahead
of yourself**

"Well, I love you too," he replied, trying to sound
like a combination of older brother and treasured
friend.

"You know," she said, tilting her head playfully, "I
love you, too, is usually followed up with a kiss."

Spike swallowed hard. This was sounding better
and better.

He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Buffy sat back a little, looking confused. "What, are
you kidding me?" she asked. "You know, if THAT'S
how you kissed what's-her-name, I'm surprised she
stuck around as long as she did."

She knew perfectly well what Drusilla's name was. She
just hated saying it.

If he'd had blood pressure, it would be off the charts
by now. "You want me to kiss you differently?"

"Well, DUH," she teased.

He moved a bit closer, enjoying the warmth of her
breath against his skin.

She seemed like she was perfectly aware of
what she was doing. Her eyes didn't look hazy
and her voice wasn't slurred.

Buffy clicked her tongue in exasperation. "Geez,
Spike...do you ALWAYS have to have things
totally spelled out for you?"

"Only where you're concerned," he said. "You
give new meaning to the term 'mixed messages',
kitten."

She pulled back again. "He's known me HOW
long?" she muttered under her breath, then said
firmly, "Listen you...I want you to kiss me on the
mouth...for a long time...really deeply...with lots
of tongue." She shrugged. "Like a boyfriend."

**Like a boyfriend??!! She said it! I heard it!**

Yeah, he'd heard it...but...

**Oh, enough with the "Yeah, buts" you stupid
git**

"Spiii-ke." Her tone sounded impatient, then
changed abruptly to uncertain. "Don't you WANT
to be my boyfriend?" she asked softly.

"Don't I...WANT?" he stammered, unable to believe
what he'd just heard her say.

**I want-I want-I want...Of course I do...Your boy-
friend, your lover...fucking hell, Buffy, I'll even MARRY
you, if you'll have me...How can you not know that?**

He nodded vigorously. "Don't be stupid..."

Buffy immediately withdrew and stared at him
in amazement. "Don't be stupid?" she
echoed. "What kind of thing is THAT to
say?" she demanded, moving off his lap.

Spike tried to backpedal. "I didn't mean..."

"You've got like..a zillion years of experience
with women and THAT'S all you can SAY...don't be
stupid?"

Shit! He was screwing it up already!

"No." He grabbed her arms and hauled her close
again. "I can say THIS..!!!"

His lips captured hers with hungry passion.

**You want tongue, little girl? I'll give you tongue**

Rising to his knees on the sofa, he slipped his
right arm around her waist and plunged his left
hand into her hair, pulling gently, until her head
was all the way back and he was towering over
her.

Buffy gasped out loud, placing her hands on
his waist, then sliding her arms around it to
hold him.

She whimpered softly in her throat, straining
to get closer.

Spike nearly whimpered himself when he had
to let her breathe. Desperate to maintain contact,
he covered her face and throat with brief kisses.

Buffy was smiling as she turned her head from side
to side to follow his kisses, constantly offering
him a new piece of her to claim.

Her mind was reeling with the reality of what
was happening. Finally, after waiting so
long...wanting so much...he was going to be
hers.

It was almost too much. On sensory over-
load, she was about to lose control.

**Which is fine with me**

The room was spinning, and she was falling so
deeply into this kiss that she might never find
her way back.

**Which is also fine with me**

She was unprepared for the rush of emotion
that was simmering just below the surface of
their ardent embrace.

But if SHE was unprepared...SPIKE was com-
pletely undone.

"Buffy," he whispered in her ear. "I love you,
too."

For one of his nature, Spike was remarkably tender
in his affections. He always HAD been, starting
with Drusilla.

Among vampires, genuine love was rarely seen. It
was perfectly do-able, even without a soul, but it
was still an aberration.

What was felt most often was a more common
animal-like mixture of lust and territoriality.

Out of all the vampires that had come and gone
throughout his existence, he'd not met even
one with the capacity for real love.

HIS capacity for it was immense, although
still rare in the sense that he had only given it
to two women...his princess and the slayer who'd
knocked her off her throne.

Buffy was panting. "Do you..want to go..upstairs?"
she asked.

Drawing back, he once again looked into her
eyes, checking to make sure that her pupils were
still dilating. "Do YOU?"

**Why you fucking IDIOT! Would she have suggest-
ed it if she didn't want to?**

Buffy nodded. "I want to."

At the bottom of the staircase, he stopped and
picked her up in his arms for the second time
tonight.

"I could get used to this," they both said at the
same time.

She laughed that giggling little laugh that he
loved hearing, and he took the stairs two at a
time.

As he placed her on the bed, the phone on her
nightstand rang. Giving him an apologetic look,
she reached to answer it. "It might be my mother."

Spike nodded agreeably.

"Hello?...Hi, Mom...Fine..How's your trip turning
out?...You discovering a lot of new talent?..Uh-huh..
Yeah, the muscle you hired did his job..Thanks a lot,
by the way..I had to have my wisdom teeth out..I
didn't either but he found them on the x-ray..I'm okay..
Not really...He gave me some pills.."

With the phone in one hand, she used the other
to pull Spike down on the bed.

"I was just going to bed.." She looked at him and
shrugged. "Really tired,Mom..They sedated me..Of course
brought me home.

She gave him her "What a dumb question" face.

"I did..Eggs..I can SO..Well, no..Spike did..Pretty
good..."

He looked at her in mock offense.

"They were VERY good," she amended, making a
kiss at him. "Yeah, wonders will never cease..Um..
I'm not sure.."

Moving the phone away from her mouth, she
yelled, "SPIKE? ARE YOU STILL DOWN
THERE?" She counted to five, then said, "I
guess he left."

Holding the receiver between her ear and her
shoulder, she began to unbutton his shirt.

"Yes, mother..He took good care of me..He
really is, isn't he?"

Spike unfastened the cuffs of his shirt and
Buffy began to slide it down his arms.

Fascinated by the smooth and muscled ex-
panse of his chest, Buffy began to lose track
of her conversation.

"Yeah, he's...um..." She nearly choked on her
tongue when he reached for the buttons of her
shirt.

Buffy searched around in her mind for an excuse
to get her mother off the phone. Her gaze touched
on the clockradio.

"Hey, I just noticed that it's almost 1:30...Is it two
hours later there or three?..How come you're up so
late?..Oh, REALLY?...So much for going to bed at
a reasonable hour..."

Spike had four buttons undone and was working
on the sixth and final one, then slowly opened
her shirt, exposing her breasts.

Lowering his head, he kissed the upper curves
then flicked his tongue briefly over each rose
colored nipple.

Buffy couldn't hold back a sharp yelp.

"What?...oh, I...I stubbed my toe...OW!"

Grinning wickedly, he dipped his head again,
but she held him off.

"Mom...I really should go to bed now...to..to
sleep..Boy, am I tired..Yeah, okay..I will...Bye."

Clonking the phone back down in it's cradle, she
opened her mouth to give him a piece of her
mind, but he prevented it by covering it with his
and making her completely forget what she'd
been about to say.

Her arms crept around his neck, and he deepened
the kiss, probing gently with his tongue. When he
finally ended the intimate exchange of their mouths,
he didn't stop kissing her. He just moved the location
a little farther south.

His lips traveled down her throat, then explored
the upper curve of her breasts. She was vaguely
aware that she'd somehow had her shirt removed
for her, but it was only a fleeting thought, and not
worth contemplating.

As his tongue began to move teasingly over her
hard nipples, Buffy tipped her head back, grind-
ing it into the pillow. She arched her back, signaling
her desire for a deeper touch.

He didn't disappoint her.

Using one arm to prop himself up, he gathered
the soft flesh of her right breast in his hand,
molding and squeezing it, then opened his mouth
and took her in.

He suckled rhythmically, swirling his tongue around
the nipple, biting down very gently.

"Careful," she giggled.

"Oh, don't worry, kitten," he said, grinning at
her. "I won't let anything bad happen to these."

With that said, he returned to his work. Sucking
and licking and nibbling her breasts, he soon
reduced her to a panting, writhing bundle of
sexual need.

As he tended to her lush curves, he sent his
hand down her stomach and over her lower
abdomen.

Buffy felt it coming, and let her legs part invi-
tingly.

Slipping his fingers beneath the elastic band
of her panties, he covered her crotch with the
large expanse of his hand, rubbing it firmly.

"Oh, God," she moaned, digging her nails into
his shoulders. "That feels good."

He smiled against her skin. "Does it, kitten?" he
asked, easing one finger down, seeking and
finding the sensitive hot spot that gave her so much
pleasure. "And what about this?" he added, using
the tip of his finger to stimulate her clit. "Do you
like that, too?"

"Like is...is such a ordinary..word" she choked out. "I
was gonna go more with..AHHH!"

She couldn't finish the sentence with a comprehensible
word. Not when he had just allowed that busy finger
of his to slide up inside of her.

A fresh rush of moisture flowed from her, warm and
scented with feminine arousal. Spike instantly moved
down to take full advantage of this bounty.

"Hmmm...gotta eat that," he said, gazing enraptured
on the wet entrance to her most secret place.

Buffy's legs widened. "Don't...let me stop..you."

He chuckled. "An act of God couldn't stop me." His
head descended and he licked her with a long, slow
stroke of his tongue.

"I knew you'd taste sweet," he said, lapping at her
over and over again, licking up every bit of her
tangy secretions. "My little kitten...with her sweet
little pussy." He smiled up at her. "Does it want my
tongue, kitten?"

"Yeah...yeah it does."

"Shall I lick you with it?" he asked, appearing to be
thinking it over. "Or...shall I fuck you with it?"

Buffy opened her eyes and tried to focus. "Do...do
what with it?"

He winked at her. "Tongue fuck you? That's when I
take my tongue and I slide it in and out of your...."

"I get it, I get it!" she groaned. "Do whatever you want.
Just...just do SOMETHING!"

"So impatient," he scolded gently. Despite his
words, though, he lowered his head back down between
her legs and lifted her bottom. "Don't worry, kitten. I'm
gonna eat you till you scream."

Wishing he would stop making the promise and
start keeping it, Buffy lifted her hips even further.

His tongue moved wetly up and down the cleft
of her sex, then stabbed deeply inside of her.
He let it remain for a moment, sucking hard,
then began the in and out thrusting he had tried
to describe.

The reality was mind numbing.

Buffy had never felt anything so torturously erotic
in her past, and she quickly determined that
she wanted a lot more of it in her future.

The sound of what he was doing was almost as
exciting as the feel. He made soft grunts in his
throat as he worked over her, and she could hear
the wet licking and sucking noises in excrutiating
detail.

She reached down blindly, searching for him with
her fingers, and roughly tangled them in his hair.

"Harder," she panted. "Faster...oh, God...I'm so
close..so close...."

He stopped for barely an instant. "Do it then, kitten.
Do it in my mouth...I want to taste it."

Those words, followed by an extremely hard suck
on her clit, were all that was needed to bring Buffy
to an intense orgasm.

She screamed her pleasure as she ground herself
against his face, annointing him with her sticky
come.

He brought her down as gently as he could, being
careful not to let the contact become painful for her
overly sensitized flesh. Nuzzling and kissing her,
he calmed her as though she was a wild pony beneath
her first bridle.

He stroked and caressed her, murmuring soft words
of love to her, until her breathing had regulated and
her tense body relaxed.

But he was in a bad way, himself. His desire for an
intimate union with Buffy's body was becoming pain-
ful, and he couldn't wait much longer.

She opened her eyes and saw the strain etched on his
features. Moving one hand down his body, she found
the source of his need and wrapped her fingers around
it.

His shaft was long and thick and engorged, already
leaking semen. When he felt her touching him, he
gasped, and his hand moved down to cover hers,
showing her how he liked to be touched.

"Like this, kitten...squeeze a little...yeah...that's
good.." He began to move her hand up and down
on his hard pole. "More..fuck, yeah..oh, Christ, Buffy,
you're so damn good..slow down now..a little more..."

She urged him onto his back and began to move
down in the bed, kissing the flat plane and hard
muscle of his stomach.

He looked down and watched her through glazed
eyes. "Just a little, honey," he whispered. "Or I'll
never last."

Buffy smiled. "Just a little," she agreed. "I can't
open my mouth very wide anyway."

"You're not in pain, are you?"

"No," she said. "I'm fine. Just lay back and relax."

Extending her little pink tongue, she applied it to
his steely erection. She licked him up and down, then
swirled her tongue around the very tip, holding his
hips down on the bed.

Looking up, she noticed that he was panting
like a dog in the sun, a habit that always amused
her whenever she saw it.

He glanced down and saw her watching him. When
their eyes met, she deliberately licked the under-
side of his cock slowly from the base to the tip,
treating him like her favorite candy.

"Once more," he requested, groaning when she
complied.

Spike was officially at his limit. One more touch with
that little pink torture instrument of hers, and he was
going to do something embarrassing.

Shifting her off of him, he flipped them over on the
mattress until she was situated beneath him.

"Hope you don't mind, honey," he said. "But I'd
kind of like our first time to be the old fashioned
way."

Buffy smiled and rubbed her hands up and down
his arms, lingering on the muscle of his biceps.
Since her only previous experience with sex had
been performed the same way, she really had no
other basis for comparison.

But, she was pretty sure that she'd have some
soon enough.

She parted her thighs and allowed him to settle
between them as he kissed her, sending his tongue
into her mouth to play with hers.

Buffy''s hands moved down his back, her fingers
massaging and her nails scratching.

Spike moved his hand down between them,
and took hold of his thick cock. Placing the head
just at the entrance to her paradise, he rubbed it
against her playfully, savoring the sensation.

Her hips jerked when she felt it brush against
her clit. "Spike..."

"I know, kitten. I know what you need," he soothed
her. "What you want...inside you."

"Now, baby," she whispered. "Love me now."

Without hesitating he pushed himself into her
just a bit, then moved back, then in a little bit
more. He continued this gentle give and take
until he was firmly sheathed inside of her.

"Christ, Buffy..." he grunted. "You're...you're
so tight...feels like a...like a velvet glove...oh!
Do that again."

She purposely contracted her internal muscles
around him. He sank down on top of her, burying
his face against the damp skin of her neck.

After waiting a few more moments, he lifted up
and looked down into her eyes.

"I'm gonna start now, honey...tell me if I'm hurting
you..okay?"

"I'm fine," she assured him. "I just want you."

"You got me, kitten," he said. "Forever."

He began to thrust, in and out, slowly at first,
then faster and deeper.

Buffy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his
lean hips, deepening his penetration to the fullest
extent.

"That's my girl...that's my sweet girl..." he moaned,
covering her face with kisses. "I love you...my baby..I
love you...love you...."

She tried to return each "I love you" with one of
her own, but soon gave up and just allowed him to
say it.

He kept things at a smoothly flowing rhythm, only
breaking it every so often to move his hips from side
to side, then returning to his deep steady thrusts.

Buffy could feel it getting close...so close she could
almost reach out and grasp it in her hands.

"Oh, Buffy....the way you feel...like satin and fire,
and warm wet flesh...so good...."

Fulfillment washed over her, so hard it made her
ears ring. Her sex clamped down spasmodically
around his as she rode out the burning pleasure.

"You're so beautiful when you come." Spike said
hoarsely. "So...fucking beautiful."

Buffy planted her feet flat on the bed and raised
her hips to meet his. "You come now," she begged.
"Come inside of me..I want to feel it...."

He pressed his lips against her temple. "Keep
talking...."

"I love you," she said, stroking his back, feeling
the muscles work as he pounded into her. "You come
now, baby..you know you want to..can't you feel it
building up in you..there's so much of it..you want to
give it all to me, don't you?"

Spike nodded convulsively. "Uh-huh," he said through
clenched teeth.

"Then do it..come on...I want it, baby...I want it
now...that's right..come on...."

"BUFFY!! OH, GOD...."

With one final shout, he emptied everything he had
into her. Her body accepted it, and kept it tight inside
of her, holding it like a gift.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"You all right, kitten?"

"I'm fine."

"Teeth don't hurt?"

"Nope."

They were lying in Buffy's bed, on their sides, facing
each other.

Spike looked at her, his _expression suddenly
serious. "What happens now, Buffy?"

She smiled. "More of the same?"

"No, I'm serious," he said, brushing her hair off her
cheek. "I'm not gonna sneak around and hide the
fact that I love you, that you're my girl."

"Did I ask you to?"

He shrugged. "Not yet."

"Spike," she sighed, cupping his cheek. "I'm not sneak-
ing around either. I love you...and I AM your girl. I'll
tell everyone about it, but I have to tell my mother
first, so...."

"Oh, fuck...she's gonna kill me, you know," he said.

"No, she won't" Buffy said firmly. "My mom's crazy
about you."

"You think?"

"I KNOW." She yawned and snuggled closer. "She
told me once that.." Another yawn. "..that she
really..." Her voice faded out.

"Really what? Buffy...come on. What did she say?"

There was no response, except for a light snore.

Spike flopped onto his back. "That isn't funny anymore,
you know," he muttered. "Not one damn bit..." A huge
yawn crept up on him as well. "...funny. S'really...not....."

They slept peacefully, with the shutters keeping out the
morning sun.



The End

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