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Chapter 2

"Ahh...ahh...aaachooo!" Buffy sneezed. Spike's eyes rolled into the back of his head and all motion stopped.

"Fuck, pet, do it again!" he begged, his hips and cock cradled between her delicious thighs. Everything had been fireworks and fucking until she's sneezed and Spike had had his definition of ecstasy revised. Heralded by an 'achoo', her entire body had tensed so tightly around the flesh he'd buried inside her, for a moment he'd wished for death. Now he just wanted her to sneeze twenty times in a row.

Buffy on the other hand was lying perfectly still under him, thoroughly pounded into the mattress of their bed, a tickle in her sinuses. She was waiting for it, she'd never felt anything like it...it was amazing! This had her wondering about the old wives' tale that if a woman sneezed enough times in a row she'd give herself an orgasm. Funny the tale didn't mention a thing about abnormally well endowed vampires being in the mix

"Another one coming," she warned.

"Oh god, please yes!" She held her hand over her face, not that he cared if she sprayed him again."Hold on, love, you're not getting sick are you?"

"I dunno...I...I...ACHOO!!"

"Ohhhh Buuuuffy!!" That was more than enough, Spike climaxed, emptying himself within her in one long stream, followed by a hard groan.

"Achoo!" She followed him into bliss, never having come so intensely, the contractions of her inner muscles wringing his cock empty,"Spike......ohhhhhhhh." He went dead on her, the pair of them boneless and spent. The vampire was panting hard.

Spike, honey, you're heavy."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, pet." He rolled off, his softening flesh slipping out of her. He lay next to her, enfolding her warm, sweat dewed body in his arms. She kissed his chest and sniffled,"Are you sure you feel alright? Can't have my girl gettin' all sickly." He pulled the covers over their shoulders and held her close.

"It's nothing, I'm sure, just a bit of dust up my nose." She sniffled once more and hugged him,"You were amazing, lover."

"Love, that was enough to last me a week."

***

Famous last words, that was the litany playin' over in the vampire's mind when he wakened to find himself in bed with a girl other than the one he'd gone to sleep with. Sitting up next to him, the beast, had bedraggled hair that looked like a rat's nest, its eyes were a red like blood in thin milk, its nose glowed an unseemly color and the short, angry snarls that emanated from its throat was enough to put the fear of god into any minion of Hell. The creature was surrounded by it's own disciples, odd animals that resembled wadded up pieces of kleenex.

"Aw, love," Spike cajoled, but not daring to make physical contact until he knew if it was safe to be around. One could never tell on sight alone.

"I'm sick!" she wailed, then sneezed. Then sneezed again. Then made this snorted inhale, the phlegmy sound of which made Spike's skin crawl. He tentatively patted her now pajama clad shoulder, trying to sympathathize, but by virtue of the fact he hadn't had a cold in over 100 and something years he could only vaguely remember.

"There, there, pet, I'll see to you." Stealthily he slipped out of bed and crossed over to the chair where his jeans lay. Pulling them on, he glanced back over at his lady love and shuddered. She looked like she was in agony, not to mention she looked more attractive covered in blood and bruises than snot and sweat."You stay where you are, keep warm, I'll go and fetch you a glass of orange juice."

"Thank you." She looked like she was about to cry, he honestly felt quite sorry for her. Darting first into the en suite, he retrieved the waste bin and set it next to the bed. Dutifully he gathered up the used tissues and deposited them in the trash. As she crashed back to the pillow, he touched a cool hand to her forehead. She had a temperature, quite high judging against his own climatized levels.

"You're burning up, my heart, but fear not, Spike'll take proper care of his Slayer."

"Aspirin."

"With your juice, coming right up." Exiting their bedroom, Spike pulled the door closed, breathing a sigh of relief. Which of course was the moment Dawn chose to walked out of her room, nearly pushing him over as she bumped right into him."Where's the fire?"

"Sorry, no fire, just gotta go..."

"Right, right. You're sister's sick, caught herself a cold."

"Oh no!"

"I know, my poor dear."

"No Spike you don't understand, you've never been around Buffy when she's sick. Remember those Pluthor demons you fought a few days ago? The ones that exploded with blue goo when you punched them?"

"Yeah, bloody well ruined our clothes!"

"Well that was a picnic, those were the glory days. Buffy with a cold is nothing short of Armageddon. She will whine, she will demand, she will cry and she will bitch, oh by the gods will she bitch." She patted his arm,"But that's your problem now, isn't it?"

"Bit, be nice, it's your sister!"

"Now is the winter of your discontent..." With those parting comments Dawn slipped into the bathroom and left him alone in the hallway to contemplate his fate.

"Shakespeare? It's as bad as Shakespeare?"

"Spiiiiike??" the patient called from her cave,"Where's my juice? And don't forget the aspirin!" Then she snorted.

"Coming, dearest."


*Just a short wee chapter this time around, the rest are of a good length. A big thanks goes out to all who are coming along on this Spuffy ride. I'm not writing anything new just yet, but I wanted to bring this fic back as it's one of my personal faves. There'll be lots of laughs, romance, along with a lil' angst. So sit back, put on your crash helmets and enjoy!





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