Dazed, Spike remained on the ground trying to catch his breath as he gazed upward at Buffy. A brief moment of understanding passed through both warriors as one lone tear drop trickled down the blonde vampire’s face; making Spike realize how difficult dusting her grandsire must have been for her and that Buffy had done it anyway in order to save his life. “Buf…” Spike started, his words coming to a screeching halt when Buffy’s beautiful features morphed; her demon bursting forward with an inhuman growl.
“Spike!” She growled, moving into a fighter’s stance, “Get your friend and get out of here…NOW!”
Objection was on the tip of his tongue as he hastily scrambled to his feet when he spotted a very pissed off red headed vampire to his left. Golden eyes raged with fury and fangs glistened in the light of the nearly full moon resting high above the graveyard; her snarls of anger sent chills down Spike’s spine. Realizing that Willow was focused solely on Buffy, Spike slowly backed away in the direction of Tara; trying not to bring any attention to his actions. Before leaning over to pickup his semi-conscious friend, Spike cautiously glanced at Buffy; silently offering her his help.
“Go!” Was her only response besides a slight shake of the head, her eyes never strayed; staying locked with Willow’s. Grabbing Tara around the waist, Spike tossed her over his shoulder and quickly walked towards the wrought iron gated entrance; turning back to check on Buffy before leaving all together; just in time to see the enraged red head leap towards her wayward childe with an ear piercing scream of anger. Ready for attack, Buffy sprang forward to latch onto her sire midair; before tumbling to the ground in a flurry of claws and screams of rage. Spike paused for a moment, considering going back to help Buffy, but changed his mind when Tara began to stir in his arms; moaning lightly in pain. Swiftly, Spike headed out of the cemetery and walked down the street before stopping at a bench to put Tara down on.
“Tara? Are you awake, ducks?” Spike asked, brushing her flaxen hair out of her eyes. “Come on…talk to me.” He stared down at her and started smiling when her eyes started to flutter open. “How are you feeling?”
“Ugh…what happened, Spike?” Tara asked, wincing in pain as she rubbed at her neck; surprised to find a small wound. Pulling her hand away, she stared at the blood smeared across the palm. “Spike?”
“I think you may need to go to the hospital, pet. Just to be on the safe side, yeah?” Letting her lean against him for support, Spike led Tara down the empty streets towards the hospital. Mentally, for once he was grateful that everyone in the small town knew what slinked around in the dark of the night; which meant that the hospital employees would be less likely to question the tiny puncture marks on Tara’s slender neck.
About an hour and a half later, Spike was sitting next to Tara, who was propped up in a garishly lit hospital room after being pumped full of fresh O negative blood. While still a sickly pale color, Tara seemed to have brightened up a bit in mood and was adamantly questioning Spike about his involvement with vampires.
“So, you ‘re the Slayer, huh?” She asked her voice full of awe. “That’s so cool. I’ve read about the legend of one man put on Earth to fight the ‘forces of evil’, but I never would have thought that I knew him personally.” Distractedly, Tara picked at the tray of vitamin rich food that a nurse had brought in a few minutes earlier.
“The one and only, I’m afraid.” Spike replied wryly, snatching a grape off her plate. “Not as glamorous as it’s made out to be though. Lots of unexplainable wounds an’ trips to the graveyard don’ exactly make for a good time, yeah?”
“So, um…what was that whole thing earlier about? Why those vamps after you in particular and don’t say it was because you are the Slayer, because even I could tell it was more personal and I was halfway passed out at the time.”
“Xander, tha’s the now dusty vamp that attacked me, the red head is Willow. From what I can tell they are rightly brassed off at me because of something their lil’ protégé has done; who you probably don’t remember, but showed up in time to save both of our arses.”
“You’re not telling me the whole story and I know that because I can see it in your shifty eyes, William. What are you leaving out? And, why would another vampire kill their sire in order to save a Slayer? Aren’t you guys like mortal enemies?”
“Have I ever told you how much I like your intuitiveness?” Spike snarkily replied before kicking back in the world’s most uncomfortable chair. “Ok, the bird’s name is Buffy and yeah, we use to have the whole fight to the death thing going on until a couple of days ago. Tha’s when my entire world went wonky.”
“Wonky? Where did you come up with that word?” Tara interjected with a light chuckle, which immediately caused her to wince in pain at the cracked rib she was suffering from.
“Must’ve picked it up from Buffy, she’s always saying ridiculous things like that.” Spike paused and allowed a smile to creep onto his slightly bruised face. “I wonder how’s she’s doing anyway. Left her alone to fend for herself with Willow; they were fighting to the death when I was carrying you out of the graveyard.”
“Why’d you leave her if she means so much to you?”
“I never said how I feel about her, Tara, and I had to get you to safety. Buggered everything up by walking you home anyway; shoulda just went along my merry way and let you get yourself home. Would’ve ran into them on my own and you wouldn’t be in the hospital.”
“Spike, I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t be worried about her if you didn’t feel something for her; whatever it may be. Personally, I think it’s kinda romantic; like star crossed lovers from a Shakespeare play. And, you were doing what you thought was right when you offered to walk me home. You had no idea what was going to happen, so stop blaming yourself. I’ll be fine and dandy in no time, you’ll see.” Tara paused long enough to yawn loudly. “I think I’m going to go to sleep now and you should probably do the same, you look beat.”
“Yeah, didn’t get much sleep last night anyway. You get some rest, luv, and I’ll stop by tomorrow and check on you.” Spike walked over to Tara’s bedside and placed a kiss to her temple before starting for the door.
“Oh…and Spike, whatever you decide to do about Buffy I’ll be cool with it. She saved my life, too!” Tara called out to Spike’s retreating form before he disappeared out the door.
It was nearing two in the morning when Spike finally strolled up his driveway; shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Dragging his feet up the porch, he stifled a scream when he saw someone sitting in the darkened corner on the porch swing.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Buffy said as she walked over to him. Hesitantly, she tenderly brushed her fingers across the rapidly healing gash on Spike’s cheek. “How’s your friend?”
“The doctor said Tara will be fine. He made her stay overnight and get a transfusion since she lost a good deal of blood.” Silence washed over them, both uncertain about what to say to one another. “I wasn’t sure I would see you again, luv.”
“Honestly, me either.” Buffy whispered as she leaned into Spike’s awaiting embrace. “Could we go inside, I don’t really feel too safe out here. Or would your Dad mind me being here?”
“He’s out of the country, pet.” Releasing his hold on Buffy, Spike turned toward the door and unlocked it. Once it was firmly closed behind them and he turned on the foyer light, Spike was able to see the damage that the enraged vampire had inflicted on Buffy. “What did she do to you?” He asked, cringing at the amount of blood covering her head and shoulders. Buffy appeared to have a nasty head wound and numerous scratches along her bare arms, one strap of her shirt was torn completely off and an eye was swollen almost shut. Leading her to the downstairs bathroom, Spike instructed Buffy to sit on the toilet while he rooted around in the closet for the first aid kit.
“She looks about the same, Slayer. Last thing I remember was being tossed head first into a tombstone; which is where this throbbing goiter came from I guess.” Buffy reached up and touched the gaping head wound with a wince of pain. “When I came to, Willow was gone.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can fill me in on exactly what this whole mess was about, all right, kitten?” Spike asked, kneeling down between her thighs and dabbing lightly at the gash with a wet washcloth in attempts to clean off some of the blood. He brushed a kiss across her lips before continuing tending to her wounds. When he was finally done, Spike scooped Buffy into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, where he placed her on the edge.
“All right, out with it…the whole story.”
“Willow is just pissed off because she thinks that I left her for you, ok?” Buffy blurted out, avoiding his intense gaze. Nervously, she fidgeted with the tattered strap of her blouse while waiting for a response from Spike.
“And why does she think that, pet?” He asked before turning around and grabbing a black T-shirt from his dresser and handing it to Buffy. “I figured you might want to change out of that shirt since it seems to be a lost cause.”
“Thanks.” Buffy untied the remaining straps and slipped it off, baring her breasts to Spike; which allowed him to see the vicious bite that Willow had left when she tore the tiny top partially from Buffy’s body. “It doesn’t hurt…much.” She explained before pulling the shirt over her head and inhaling the familiar scent of Spike that enveloped her. Patting the bed beside her, Buffy motioned for Spike to sit next to her; continuing their conversation when he was settled. “You see, Willow is or was more than a sire to me. Um, we were lovers for what…like a hundred and twenty some odd years? I didn’t want to tell you that because you might think its squiky or something for girls to be involved like that.”
“Actually, kitten…most red blooded males would find it hot, I guess. Especially when it involves hot chicks.” Spike kidded and dodged a half hearted punch from Buffy. “Well, I can certainly see why she’s brassed off at the two of us. Guess they could smell me all over you from the get go, which we should have been prepared for. Not that I regret anything that we’ve done, kitten.” Leaning over, Spike kissed her lightly on the lips and pulled her into his arms; mindful of both of their injuries.
“Mmm…” Buffy moaned in pleasure as their embrace deepened; wriggling into his lap, she wrapped her legs around his sides and slowly pushed Spike down onto the bed. His hands caressed her back and slid down to rest on her ass, pulling her down onto his erection. Moisture flooded Buffy’s black lace panties as she ground her core against his groin. Pushing back from his lips, Buffy’s hands furiously tore at his already partially shredded shirt. Figuring the offending garment was already doomed for the waste basket; Buffy ripped the light blue material into pieces and tossed it to the floor. “Much better.” She purred, nipping at his chest with her blunt teeth. “Mmm, I love the way you smell…all man like and grr.”
“Don’ rightly know what ‘grr’ means, but if it gets this reaction then I will bloody well aim to stay that way; at least around you.” Spike was panting with desire, his cock throbbing painfully in his black denim jeans. It never ceased to amaze him how horny he became after a night of patrol, especially when he didn’t get a decent kill. Catching Buffy off guard while she was slowly torturing him by licking and nipping at his chest and stomach, Spike flipped them over and straddled her. “You are wearing far too many clothes.”
Quickly stripping her petite frame free of clothing, Spike shed his boots and jeans and crawled back up Buffy’s body; resembling a panther stalking its prey. Her body quivered with want, aching with desire as she watched him settle between her shaking thighs. Reaching a hand between their bodies, Buffy wrapped her hand around his cock that was jutting out proudly and stroked it until he was writhing against her hand.
“God, Buffy…need inside…want you so much.” Spike whimpered in her ear; suckling the delicate flesh into his hot mouth. His hands fisted in her hair as he thrust forward into her tightly wrapped hand. Pulling away from her ear, Spike devoured her lips hungrily; their tongues dueling for control until they were both gasping for air.
Spreading her legs wide, Buffy guided his marbled shaft to her heated center until it was poised at her dripping delicate lips. “Need you, too.” She murmured against his cheek before thrusting her hips upwards until his cock slipping into her pussy; they both cried out in ecstasy as Spike slowly rocked his hips and grinded against the sensitive nub of her clit. Lightly biting along his neck, Buffy made her way to his ear where she nibbled the lobe before whispering, “I’m only alive when you’re inside me.”
Fueled with desire, Spike pounded into her furiously; their heated cries of passion filling the room. Feeling Buffy’s walls flutter around his cock, Spike momentarily slowed down and looked into Buffy’s luminous eyes before leaning his head to the side to expose his neck. Sensing her apprehension at his offering, Spike thrust back into her quivering core and hoarsely whispered, “I want you to.”
Letting her demon slide forth, Buffy shyly turned her head so that Spike wouldn’t see; ashamed of what she was. Tears pricked her eyes when he reached out to softly trace the delicate ridges along her brow. “You’re beautiful, luv.”
Turning her head slightly, Buffy kissed the inside of his palm before nibbling at the soft skin of his neck. Biting and teasing the tender area ever so faintly while his cock slid in and out of her pussy, becoming more forceful as their orgasms approached. Sliding her fangs slowly into his neck, Buffy shook with release as his rich blood poured into her mouth; stifling her screams until she pulled away and came for a second time when Spike’s orgasm ripped through his body.
A short while later, Buffy pulled a blanket over their naked bodies and curled against Spike, who had already slipped into a deep slumber and was snoring lightly with one arm tossed above his disheveled blonde locks. Studying his face intently, Buffy leaned over and kisses his slightly parted lips and whispering, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Laying her head on his chest, Buffy closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
TBC...
**One line from Angel Season 3 “Waiting in the Wings”. It was done by the Master, Joss Whedon and his entourage of talented writers and not by little ole me. I just thought it captured the moment beautifully. Please don’t sue.**
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Well aren't you guys lucky? Since I got so many wonderful reviews this week, Muse brought her A game tonight and churned out a dandy chapter if I say so myself. **SMUT** Please read and enjoy and let me know what you think!!!