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Title: Touch Me
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17
Summary: The answer to a challenge for
smut where Spike has lost the use of his
hands.



Part 1....


"OW!! Fucking hell, Slayer...that hurts!"

"I'm sorry! Just hold still and let me..."

"I AM holding still!"

Buffy muttered something highly uncomplimentary
beneath her breath as she taped down the last bit of
gauze covering Spike's wounded hands.

"What did you say?" he demanded, looking put out.

"I said...that was one nasty demon. What did you
call it...a vendor something?"

"Vendorsatum," he corrected, watching glumly as she
cleaned the bathroom counter of all it's first aid clutter. "Sort
of a cross between a porcupine and a fucking king cobra."

An ugly beast to be sure. Nearly six feet tall, with long
quills running from it's head down it's spine. As defense
mechanisms go, it had a very good one. Not only were the
quills as painful as hell if they stabbed you, but they ejected
a nice little jolt of venom into each wound.

Killing it required breaking it's neck, a job that Spike had
taken on after pushing Buffy out of the way and ordering her
to keep clear of the creature. His hands, now riddled with
twenty-seven tiny holes that looked like wasp stings,
were red and swollen, and incredibly sore.

But the venom the demon injected, although painful for him,
would have likely been fatal for Buffy. Slayer or not, the poison
was strong. She probably could have survived a few
stings, but not twenty-seven of them.

Turning off the bathroom light, she took hold of Spike's
arm and led him down the hallway to her room.

"My hero," she said, smiling as she locked the door
behind them and turned to face him. "Thank you for taking
that thing out by yourself."

"You're welcome," he replied, sitting down on her bed
and leaning against the headboard. "Wasn't about to let
it stick its nasties in my slayer," he added,
grinning crookedly. "That's my job."

Buffy sat on the bed, facing him. "Does it still hurt as
much?"

He shrugged. "There's worse things to go through, I
s'pose."

Hoping to distract him from the discomfort, she
leaned forward and kissed him. As always, he
responded like a night blooming rose to a splash of
moonlight. Leaning into the kiss, he opened his mouth
to allow her tongue in to play.

Everything was proceeding along its normal course
for them...that course being immediate and instant
gratification of their mutual raging desire for each
other...until he brought up his bandaged hands to
rest on her shoulders and pull her closer.

"OWWWW...FUCK!" he yelped, releasing his
hold on her and falling back against the headboard
of the bed. "Goddammit! This fucking SUCKS!"

Buffy wasn't any happier about it than he was. "It
hurts that bad?" she asked, wondering if she had any
pain killers in the medicine cabinet strong enough to
cope with the problem.

Spike shut his eyes, waiting for the worst of it to
pass. "It's bearable...unless I try to fucking touch
something! Then it feels like I'm dipping my digits
in a puddle of holy water."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Buffy sat back and tried
to exude unselfish empathy. She didn't want him to
feel worse than he already did, and he would do just
that if he thought he was disappointing her.

"Listen, it's okay," she said brightly. "You don't have to
touch anything. I'll take care of you." Jumping to her
feet, she gave him a chipper salute. "Nurse Buffy is on
the job!"

Predictably, Spike took an entirely different view of her
offer. "Nurse Buffy, huh?" he asked, with a lecherous
grin. "That job entail a naughty little white pinafore and
cap, luv?"

The pain must have been easing up a little, she decided.

"None of that!" she said firmly. "This is strictly a mission of
medical mercy, so keep your nasty little fantasies to
yourself." To make sure he behaved, she stepped back
from the bed. "Now...what can I get you. Blood? Aspirin?"

Resting his gauze covered mitts on his stomach, he
sighed. "Blood would probably help," he said. "But you
can hold the aspirin and add a shot of Jack Daniels."

"You got it." She was halfway out the door when he
called her back.

"Never mind the shot, luv," he said, grimacing as he
tried to sit up. "Just bring the bottle."


*****************************


"Yay! Park Place with all my hotels!" Buffy consulted her
property deeds. "You owe me....five and a half grand," she
said triumphantly. "Pay up."

After bringing him his blood and whiskey, she had changed
into her pink silk nightshirt, then located the Monopoly
board to give them something to do while they waited
for Spike's accelerated vamp healing process to kick in.

"You know, I think you're cheating," he said. "That's the
fourth time I've landed there. I knew I shouldn't have let you
move my piece around the board for me."

"Just fork over the money, honey."

Spike shrugged and winked at her. "Glad to. Just reach
on into my pants and pull out my...."

"Hey!" she said loudly, giving him a warning look.

"...wallet," he finished. "Christ, you've got a dirty
mind, Slayer."

Sitting indian-style in the middle of the bed, Buffy
reached for the money on Spike's side of the Monopoly
board. "Yeah, I wonder who I picked it up from,"
she said, counting the stack of colorful bills. "You've
only got two thousand and change, you deadbeat.
What are you doing staying in hotels you can't
afford?"

He gave her his most charming smile. "Will you take
an I.O.U?"

"No way," she replied with a shake of her head. "Your
credit stinks."

"I could work it off," he suggested.

Buffy gave him a sidelong look. His voice had dropped
down into the deeper register he used when he was
feeling amorous, the 'bedroom voice' that never failed
to turn her on.

She couldn't allow that to happen, not as long as
he couldn't touch her without aggravating his wounded
hands.

Not that sex wasn't do-able. There was nothing stopping
them from doing it with her on top, riding him. They'd
certainly done it before.

But, when they had indulged themselves in that particular
position in the past, his hands had been free to roam her
naked body, driving her passion and pleasure higher with
every touch.

And she needed that touch. She craved it. After avoiding it
for so many years, she was now hopelessly addicted to it.

Spike knew her body better than she did herself. He knew
just where to touch, and for how long. Whether to be gentle
or rough. He had long ago discovered every sensitive and
responsive part of her, including a few she hadn't known were
there.

"You're gonna crave me like I crave blood..."


Truer words had never been uttered.

*************************

"You want some more blood?" she asked, trying to
change her train of thought.

"Yeah, all right."

Buffy picked up the mug that was parked on the
nightstand and brought it to his mouth. He took several
swallows from the straw, then washed it down with a
swig of Jack as she tilted the bottle for him.

"How are your hands?"

He tested them by pressing his palms together, then
flinched at the light pressure. "Shit!"

Buffy sighed heavily. She could definitely relate.

Just to give herself something to occupy her own
hands, she packed up the game and shoved the box
under her bed.

"I'm sorry, luv."

She gave him a questioning look. "For..?"

"For not being able to see to you properly."

He sounded so dejected that she couldn't bear
it. She crawled up on the bed beside him, being careful
not to accidentally brush against his hands.

"Don't worry," she said, giving him a chaste kiss. "You
can make it up to me later. I'm not going anywhere."

She tried to pull back, but he leaned forward, trying
to capture her mouth again. "Buffy...don't kiss me like
I'm your maiden aunt."

"I'm not!"

"You are so," he insisted. "Now do it again, and give me
some tongue."

She could hardly refuse such a request. Turning to him,
she straddled his lap and kissed him again, giving him
all the tongue he could handle.

As she lingered in the kiss, she could feel him getting
hard against her bottom. Before she could stop herself,
she ground against him.

Spike's lower half jerked with surprise, automatically
lifting to return the pressure. "Buffy! Baby...please,"
he begged.

Without thinking twice, she moved down and began
unbuttoning his jeans.

"Take them off," he directed hoarsely.

She managed to peel them down his thighs, but couldn't
get them over his combat boots. After considering the
problem, she stood up and swung his legs to the side.

Facing away from him, she anchored her feet and
grabbed one boot, lifting it until she could straddle
it. She untied the laces and tried to pull it off, but
the damn thing was stubborn.

Spike chuckled. "Bend over."

She complied, and her nightshirt rode up over her
hips.

He placed his boot on her bare bottom, pushing
against it while he withdrew his foot.

Buffy dropped it, then picked up his other boot and
unlaced it.

"Such a soft, pretty little ass you have, Slayer," he
murmured, placing his bare foot on her naked cheek
and pushing.

Tossing his footwear aside, she whipped his jeans
off and sent them flying as well.

"Come back up here, now."

A shiver danced up and down her spine. Bedroom
voice, all the way.

"Touch me."

He was long and thick, with velvety skin wrapped around
a bar of solid iron.

Buffy seized him in her hand, pumping him a few
times.

Spike released a sound that was somewhere between
a moan and a grunt, and closed his eyes. "Yeah," he
whispered. "Like that."

She squeezed and fondled him, playing with pace and
pressure. The head of his cock was swollen, oozing
a drop of pearly fluid.

"Stop," he said, opening his eyes. "Take off your
nightgown. I want to see you."

Buffy discarded the garment willingly. The heat in
his eyes was doing wonders for her ego, and she
arched her back a little, thrusting her breasts forward.

"Closer," was his next request. "I want to suck them."

She bent over, rubbing herself against his cheek.

The invitation was clear. He accepted it, and began
tonguing her nipples to hardness.

Losing himself in the heady pleasure he was finding at
her breast, he forgot everything else...including his dis-
abled hands.

Spike reached for her, and was promptly given a painful
reminder. He jerked back, releasing her breast from
his mouth, afraid he might bite her.

"Shit!" he snarled, his features contorting. "Shit, shit,
shit...fucking son of a bitching...shit!"

Buffy felt the same way. Her frustration level was
bad enough, but Spike's had to be sky high. He had
to deal, not only with frustration, but with pain as well.

"I'm fucking useless!" he spat. "Can't even touch my
girl...give her what she needs. Goddammit!"

He sounded so unhappy that she couldn't stand
it. Casting around for a solution to the problem, she
glanced down...and found it.

"Spike. Look at me."

He opened his eyes as she wrapped her fingers around
his erect penis.

"Touch me...with this."


TBC....





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