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Chapter 7 – Lessons Revisited


“What are we doing in here?” Buffy asked warily, following Spike into the training room that was to be converted into a gym when the hotel was fully operational. Angel had insisted they stay the night, knowing that they would be racing the sunrise on Spike’s motorcycle. After sleeping through part of the day, Spike had woken her up with the intention of training – two hours later, they’d left their room.

“I think you give me plenty of exercise without the machines,” she said with a knowing smile, running her hand over his bare stomach, enjoying the way the loose-fitting pants hung low on his hips. “Unless you’re planning on using some of the machines in an unconventional way,” she murmured into his ear.

“Not now, Buffy.”

Taking a step back at the abrupt tone of voice, Buffy felt her anger come back to her. “What the hell is going on, Spike?” she asked, stopping when the door shut behind her, crossing her arms over her chest.

“We’re training, love.”

“I’m not talking about that,” she said, taking a deep breath as she looked at the floor. “Look, if you don’t want to tell me what’s going on-”

“I don’t.”

“-I can deal with that,” she said through clenched teeth. “But don’t insult me by treating me like a child. Why are we here?”

Spike turned around, taking a deep breath as he looked at her. “There’s something… I’m trying to protect you.”

“Yeah, got that,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. “And do you get that I don’t need protecting?” she asked, looking up at him with a pleading expression. “I don’t need my big, strong knight to ride to the rescue. I can handle whatever this is, and I gotta tell you - not knowing what’s coming isn’t doing me any favors.”

Hesitantly reaching up to cup each side of her face, Spike sighed heavily, tilting her eyes up to look at him. “I promise I’ll tell you… when you need to know.”

“Do you know how much I hate you right now?” Buffy asked in an even tone, her jaw tightening as she began breathing more heavily as he took a step away from her.

“That a fact?” Spike replied, slowly walking around her, obviously eyeing her up and down before he faced her again. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Looking at him with pure rage in her eyes, Buffy raised her chin defiantly. “That’s easy,” she said with a halfhearted shrug before smashing her fist into his jaw.

Spike reeled back from the blow, his eyes settling on her a moment later, obviously joyful at her response. “There’s my girl,” he said, his eyes briefly flashing yellow when she hit him again.

“What if I don’t want to be your girl?” she asked, hearing his warning growl, barely managing to keep the smile off her face at his reaction.

Spike lunged at her, feeling his temper snap as he slammed her against the floor, his fangs instinctively finding their way into her throat, reestablishing who she belonged to.

Buffy let herself enjoy Spike’s possessive moment, forcing herself to focus when he extracted his fangs, seeing the demon’s smug expression. Knocking him to the ground, she quickly jumped to her feet, delivering a spinning kick to his stomach, surprised when he managed to grab her ankle, causing her to lose her balance.

Falling to the floor, Buffy twisted so her shoulder would take most of the impact, never realizing how close they were to the weight machines. Her temple connected with one of the sharp iron corners, immediately dazing her as she fell to the ground in a heap.

Spike’s entire demeanor changed, the demon shifting away as he watched her head connect with the machine. His entire body felt as if it was briefly shutting down before he rushed for his fallen mate, carefully rolling her onto her back, listening for her heartbeat and blood-flow as he looked at her.

“Stay with me, baby,” he said, cautiously tilting her head to get a better look at the wound as Buffy’s eyes fluttered between unconsciousness and waking. Seeing the gash along her temple, he frowned, knowing that he’d unintentionally caused that.

Buffy tried to keep her eyes open – her vision and memory blurring together as Spike tended to her.

Barely able to keep her eyes open, she vaguely realized that she had been hit in the temple with a small statue.

Trying to fight through the dizzying feelings that were crashing through her body, Buffy tried to stand, cringing when another sharp pain raced through her stomach. Looking up, she barely had time to see the blur of black leather and blonde hair as the fledgling was tackled.

“Stay awake, love,” Spike whispered, seeing her slowly focus on him before fading away again.

Carrying her into his crypt, Spike was nearly panicked by the time he lay her down. Blood continued to flow from the wound on her temple, teasing him with the intoxicating scent.

She looked so young… so innocent. Spike shook his head to clear it of the thoughts running rampant. Tenderly leaning over, his tongue tenderly brushed over the damaged skin, reveling in the taste of her blood, craving more as he gently cupped her face, sealing the wound and cleaning the excess blood from the gash.

Buffy moaned in contentment when she felt Spike closing her wound, unconsciously leaning toward him, taking a deep breath when he pressed a gentle kiss on her head.

“What have I taught you?” he asked, smiling when she looked up at him, her eyes more focused and clear now. “Lesson the first… you never take your mind off your opponent.”

Feeling her temper raise as he spoke, she narrowed her eyes. “Lesson the second,” she replied, punching him in the nose. “Never underestimate your opponent.”

“My head hurts,” she murmured, snuggling closer to Spike.

Seeing his eyes darken, Buffy was only mildly surprised when she felt the solid backhand that connected with her cheek.

“I know it does, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Want to go back to the room?”

‘Right,’ she thought, waiting for her vision to clear. ‘Chipless, soulless vampire, you idiot. He has no problem hitting a girl.’

“No,” she said, struggling to get to her feet, slightly disoriented when she managed to stand up. “No, I’m fine.”

“You’re sure?”

Blinking a few times to refocus her vision, Buffy nodded. “Yeah,” she said, taking a deep breath. “May as well finish what we started, right?”

Retaliating a moment later, Buffy slammed her fist into his nose again, seeing his jaw tighten upon impact before he grabbed her by her arms, throwing her against the nearby wall.

“I’m not gonna hit you when you have a head injury love.”

“More fun for me,” she said with a grin, smashing her fist into his nose.

Shoving back against him, she could have sworn she heard a moan coming from him before driving her elbow into his stomach and spinning around to face him.

Spike immediately growled, blocking her next punch. Buffy never moved to make direct contact with him again, enjoying the simple act of watching his fluid motions as he deflected each of her moves.

Seeing his eyes sparking with yellow in the dim moonlight, Buffy panted as she continued to look at him. Staring at each other for a long moment, she gasped when his lips crashed down on hers, causing her eyes to widen before shivering and eagerly kissing him back.

So worked up and turned on by watching Buffy spar with him, he never saw the movement coming. Grunting when his legs were swept out from under him, he landed on the floor with a thud. Preparing to jump to his feet, he stopped when Buffy immediately straddled him, her hands on his chest.

Feeling him gather her up in his arms, Buffy’s body automatically responded, locking her legs around his waist as her hands held onto his shoulders.

Leaning closer until her breasts were pressed against him, Buffy teasingly licked his ear, hearing him groan in response. “Pinned ya,” she breathed, pulling back to look at him with a sweet smile.

“That you did,” he said, returning her smile as he put his hands behind his head, fully intent on catching the show. “Now that you have me here, what do you plan on doing to me?” he asked in a teasing voice.

Breaking away for a moment, Spike let his lips brush along the line of her neck, pausing to suck on the tender flesh and gently biting down with his blunt teeth. Hearing her breathy gasp escape her throat, he smiled as Buffy eagerly tilted her neck, allowing him more access.

“Oooh… I can think of a few things,” she said with a smile, her fingernails gently scratching along the bare skin of his chest, watching his muscles flex in response as he swallowed.

“Care to show me?” he asked, his tongue pressing against his teeth as he looked at her with lust in his eyes.

Buffy felt a thrill go through her as she watched him. Breathing heavily, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his as Spike pushed her pants over her hips, sliding them down her legs.

“More,” she whispered, feeling his hands slip down her body and quickly shoving the skirt up over her hips. The sound of the zipper seemed to echo in the open space, but neither had a chance to think about what they were doing as Spike continued his ministrations on her neck. Buffy arched her hips against his body as his hands grasped her thighs in a bruising grip before traveling higher.

Smiling when she hastily kicked off her shoes and quickly removed her socks and pants, Spike’s fingertips tenderly trailed over the muscles in her legs. Settling on her hips as she stripped off her sports bra and began to work on pushing his pants over his hips, he closed his eyes when her warm hand enveloped him.

Pushing her soaked thong out of the way, he didn’t even have time to think before he was buried deep inside of her. Numbly hearing her scream of pain as their hips met, Spike pulled away in shock, feeling his heart constrict when he saw the tears in her eyes as she gasped and swallowed, trying to recoil from the sudden, unfamiliar invasion of her body.

Spike’s jaw tightened when she began taking him in, inch by agonizingly slow inch. “Buffy, I swear, if you don’t speed this up…”

“You’ll what?” she asked with a smile, slowly lowering herself until her hips met his.

Spike sucked in a sharp breath, lifting up to meet her, watching her eyes close as her lips parted in pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, running a hand over her bare stomach, clenching his jaw when she began to move faster. “Take it all in, love,” he said, straining to keep from flipping her over and plunging into her. “That’s my sweet girl,” he said, practically babbling as Buffy sped up her pace, frantically riding him. His hands on her hips assisted her movements, lifting her up and thrusting into her.

Sitting up, Spike smiled as Buffy cried out at the change of position. His hands locked behind her back, holding her to him as they moved together.

“God, Spike, I need it,” she gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Can’t,” he rasped, his jaw clenching as her hips swiveled in a slow circle before she continued the pace. “Biting you too much lately,” he said, his hands tightening on her waist, bruising her skin.

“Please,” she whimpered, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. “Please, Spike.”

Unable to control it any longer as he watched her face contort in pleasure, his vampire guise fell in place. He waited until Buffy looked at him before he moved closer to her. Seeing her tilt her neck in invitation, he willed himself not to look at it.

‘Too intimate,’ he thought, trying not to think how hypocritical that sounded in his head.

Staring at her neck as she pulled him closer to her, Spike groaned with repressed need. ‘Too much,’ he thought, shaking his head. ‘Need to give her a break.’

Moving lower, Spike let his fangs sink into the soft swell of her breast, feeling Buffy’s body shudder as tremors ran through her, sending her screaming out in climax.

Buffy arched her back, forcing more contact with Spike’s fangs as he continued to drink from the puncture wounds in her breast. Holding his head to her chest as she cried out, her hips frantically moving with his, she gasped for air, trembling as he pulsed inside of her.

Breathing heavily as she slowly came down from her climax, Buffy gave a contented murmur of pleasure when she felt him lapping at the wound he’d just inflicted on her. Running her hands through his soft hair, she left a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, watching as he raised his eyes to hers.

Each offering the other a tender smile, no words were needed. No soft professions of love that they already knew to be true. No possessive statements. Each content with the knowledge that they belonged to each other.







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