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Chapter 11- At Your Service


After finishing her breakfast, Buffy returned to the guest room to change, putting on jeans and a t-shirt. Spike walked upstairs as she exited her room, heading across the hall to his.

“I brought you garbage bags,” he said, handing them to her. “I’m sure you’ll find a lot of stuff you’ll want to throw away.”

“Is there anything I should be aware of?” she asked curiously, accepting the bags before opening the door to his room. As she looked around, she couldn’t help but gasp quietly. “Spike, this is…horrendous! You barely even have a path to your bed! It’s worse than yesterday.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.

“Think you can handle cleaning in here?” he asked, looking at her.

“Do I get one of those suits that people wear when they’re dealing with hazardous materials?” she asked, frowning. “Did you purposely throw stuff on the ground and demolish this place so I’d have a field day cleaning?”

“Nope,” he answered, smirking. “This is just how I live my life.”

“Your mom must love it,” she said sarcastically, taking a couple of steps into the room. “If I contract some weird-ass disease, I’m suing you.”

He laughed and walked down the hallway, going downstairs again as Buffy kicked a pile of clothes aside and shook her head.

‘This is a nightmare,’ she thought. ‘But hey, maybe I’ll make an interesting discovery or two.’

* * * * *

About an hour later, she was laying on her stomach beside the bed, trying to clean underneath it. She grabbed a bunch of balled-up pieces of paper, candy wrappers, and miscellaneous garbage, throwing it into the fourth garbage bag she had filled up. It was around that time when she came across a pile of magazines. She raised an eyebrow and brought them out so she could look at them.

Spike came upstairs and stopped to stand in the doorway of his room, watching as Buffy crawled out from under his bed with a stack of his Playboy magazines. He smirked as he saw her blush, making a face before she shoved the magazines back in their rightful place.

“See anything interesting, pet?” he asked, and she looked at him with wide eyes, still blushing.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked, quickly standing up.

“Long enough to see you find my magazines,” he replied, studying her. “I’m surprised you didn’t look at any of them.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” she asked, frowning. “I’m straight- I like guys.”

“You don’t like me,” he pointed out, and she sighed.

“You’re not that horrible when you’re nice,” she said quietly, sitting on his bed. He smiled and walked over to her, sitting beside her. “So, is your room up to par, sir?”

“Looks pretty good to me,” he replied, looking around. “Find anything else that caught your eye?”

“No,” she answered, tilting her head as she looked at him. “Why? Is there something I should’ve seen?”

“The stack of porn DVDs in my closet,” he said, and she blushed again, looking away before standing up. “You know, we could watch one or two today,” he continued, smiling when she looked at him with wide eyes. “What? It’d be fun.”

“For you, maybe,” she said. “I r-refuse to watch anything of that n-nature with you.” He chuckled as she quickly stormed out of his room, going into hers and slamming the door.

“Hey, be easy on the door, Summers,” he said loudly. “Don’t want to break it. That is, unless you fancy repairing it.”

“Bite me,” she replied, causing him to smirk.

“I’d love to,” he said to himself, lying back on his pillows.

* * * * *

Later that night, Buffy left her room and walked downstairs, seeing Anne moving around in the kitchen.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, looking at the older woman. Anne smiled softly at Buffy.

“Everything is fine, dear,” she said. “I’m just worried that William isn’t being lenient enough on you.”

“He’s not making me do anything out of line,” Buffy replied, sitting on a chair. “I’m sure some of the other girls have been doing far worse things.” Anne raised an eyebrow, and Buffy quickly continued, “William’s been good about all of this.”

“I made her breakfast, Mum,” Spike said, walking into the room. “So I can’t be that much of a monster.”

“I just don’t want to find out that you’ve been giving her difficult tasks or making her do asinine things just for your amusement,” Anne said, looking at her son. “She’s a nice girl, William, and she deserves to be treated with respect.”

“Nothing but the best for Princess Buffy,” Spike said, giving Buffy a small wink. She raised an eyebrow before smiling at him. “So, what’s for dinner?”

“I was thinking of making lasagna,” Anne answered. “Is that okay with you, Buffy?”

“It’s perfect,” she said, smiling. “I love lasagna. My mom and I used to make it a lot when I was younger. If you’d like, I can help.”

“Can William spare you for a while?” Anne asked, and Spike nodded, waving it off. “Great, I’d love some company.” Buffy smiled and walked over to Anne. The two women began preparing the meal for the night, and as Spike stood in the doorway watching them, he couldn’t help but smile at how right it seemed.

‘My two favorite girls together,’ he thought. ‘It seems as though things are looking up, doesn’t it?’

* * * * *

“I thought you said you couldn’t cook,” Spike said as he walked upstairs with Buffy after dinner.

“I can’t,” she replied. “Your mom was in charge of making dinner- I just helped. If she hadn’t been there, I’m sure it would’ve been horrid.”

“Probably,” he agreed, laughing when she smacked his arm. “So, what’re you doing tonight?”

“Whatever you tell me to,” she said, stopping to stand in front of the guest room. He smirked, tilting his head as she clarified, “A chore- not something… bad.”

“Define ‘bad’,” he said, chuckling as she began to blush. “You’ll cave in one day, Goldilocks- I can feel it.”

“I will never cave in,” she replied, making a face. “You… are not a nice person.” He laughed as she turned on her heel and walked into the room.

“Actually, princess, I thought of something you can do for me,” Spike said, standing in her doorway.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” she asked, looking at him with an amused expression.

“I could use a massage,” he answered, and she raised an eyebrow. “Up for it?”

“You want a massage?” she asked, clarifying, and he nodded. She sighed and patted her bed. “Fine.” He smirked and walked into the room, sitting beside her. “A back massage, right?”

“Wherever your hands want to be is fine with me,” he said, shooting her a lascivious smirk before lying down.

‘Okay, Summers. It’s a massage. No big deal, just rub his back and don’t focus on the tight muscles that are underneath that t-shirt or the way the sleeves wrap around his arms and show off how strong he must be. Or the fact that you are going to have to be in direct contact of said muscles. You can do this.’

“Almost forgot,” Spike said, sitting up and stripping off his shirt. “That’s better.”

‘You can’t do this.’

Feeling her mouth go dry at the skin that was suddenly exposed to her gaze, Buffy tried to suppress the urge to gasp for breath as he lay down on the mattress.

“Ready when you are, Summers.”

Briefly closing her eyes to control the trembling of her hands, Buffy took a deep breath, desperately trying not to concentrate on the sudden ache between her thighs that was making itself known.

“Ready,” she murmured, licking her lips. Hesitantly reaching toward him, she slowly let her hands begin to massage his back with light pressure.

“Oh, come now. I know you can do better than that,” Spike said with a smile obvious in his voice.

“You want better?” Buffy asked, swallowing her nerves and forcing herself not to think of the body she was touching. “I’ll give you better.”

Not giving herself a chance to think, she quickly straddled his back, smiling when she saw his eyes widen at the sudden change. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she began releasing the tension in his muscles and hearing the soft sigh that he gave her before his eyes drifted shut once again.

“Better?” she asked in a soft voice, getting a groan of pleasure and inaudible mumbling as her answer. “Gee…that’s almost enough to make a girl feel unappreciated,” she said with a pout.

“Perfect, luv,” he whispered after a moment as her hands moved down his back, gently kneading the muscles that she came in contact with. “’Course, I won’t object if you want to go lower.”

Practically hearing the smirk in his voice, Buffy narrowed her eyes for a moment. ‘Two can play at this game,’ she thought with a smile.

Leaning over until her chest was pressed against his back, she smiled when she felt his muscles tense. “Got any massage oil?” she asked in a breathy voice, biting her tongue to keep from laughing at the almost inaudible moan that came from Spike and the fact that he shifted ever so slightly beneath her.

Sitting up, Buffy tried to keep from clenching her thigh muscles to ease the ache that was becoming worse with each passing moment.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a minx?” he asked after he got his body’s reaction under control.

“Can’t say that they have,” Buffy replied, rising up on her knees to add more pressure with her hands. “Angel called me ‘lover’ a few times, but that’s-”

Buffy’s eyes widened as Spike used the opportunity to flip over, nearly knocking her off balance and causing her to practically fall on top of him with a suppressed gasp. “Don’t say that name,” he said in a dangerous voice.

“And why not?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him as she sat up. Her eyes widened when he followed her movements, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her in place. Buffy suddenly became all too aware of their intimate position as her breath caught in her throat.

“Because you can do better than him.”

Buffy nearly snorted as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’s what all the guys say…when they’re trying to get laid.”

“Not trying to get laid,” Spike replied, looking into her eyes. “I just want you to know that you’re better than him.”

“And how do you know this?” she asked in a disbelieving voice.

“Because I know you.”

The honesty in his eyes nearly shocked Buffy as she looked away, feeling her breath catch in her throat again when she felt the effects that her massage obviously had on him as the evidence of his arousal pressed against her leg.

Moistening her suddenly dry lips, she briefly closed her eyes to try and slow her breathing.

Spike watched her tongue briefly sweep across her lips before letting his gaze fall to her heaving chest, enjoying the way the snug t-shirt clung to her breasts as she breathed.

Unable to take it anymore, he grabbed her arms, pulling her toward him for a crushing kiss, feeling her subtle resistance before she melted against him, letting her lips move against his with equal fervor.

Spike felt his eyes drift closed as his lips played over hers, growing more aroused at the taste of the strawberry lip-gloss that coated her lips. Shaking off his hold, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him and eagerly taking what he was offering as she trembled beneath his touch.

Nearly jumping out of his skin when her tongue brushed against his, Spike pulled her even closer to him, wanting to take what he’d wanted from the moment he first saw her.

Letting her fingers trail over his shoulders before running downward, she gasped in pleasure as they came in contact with the defined muscles of his abdomen. Feeling a flood of moisture between her legs, Buffy dragged her nails along his stomach, anticipating what could happen between them. She wasn’t used to emotions that were so intense, and it sent a simultaneous shiver of excitement and fear racing down her spine.

Never stopping his movements, Spike abandoned the brutal hold on her body and grabbed her hips to pull her more forcefully toward him, grinding himself against her. Swallowing her moan of pleasure as he continued to kiss her, he began to move with her, feeling her entire body shake as he thrust his hips against hers.

Abandoning her lips for a moment, Spike kissed along the edge of her jaw before traveling lower, smiling when she gasped as he gently bit her neck. Eagerly reaching between them and working the button of her jeans, he lowered the zipper and began to maneuver her to take them off more easily when he felt her shudder.

Slowly pulling back to look at her, he saw the uncertainty in her eyes as she realized what was happening.

“Oh, God,” she said softly. “I-I can’t do this.”

Closing his eyes as she rolled away from him and jumped off the bed, Spike let himself fall back on the mattress, running a hand over his face. Trying to keep his mind off the throbbing in his jeans and the fact that it wouldn’t be relieved anytime soon, he slowly sat up and restrained the urge to crack his knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, finally turning to face him with a flaming red face. “I didn’t mean to….it was just…and then it was just…bad. Good!” she quickly corrected, seeing the expression on Spike’s face. “But i-it just can’t…”

“Relax, Buffy,” Spike said in a soothing tone. “Just a kiss. Nothing to get upset about,” he continued, standing up from the bed and walking across the room. “Now, if you need me, I’m gonna watch a movie. Feel free to join me, if you want. Oh, and Summers,” he said, turning around when he reached the door. “That was a hell of a massage.”





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