Title:Bite Down
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Summary: After the dentist...
Part three....
Friday / 10:30p.m.
"Buffy?" Spike knocked softly on the bathroom door.
No answer.
"Hey!" He thumped the door with his fist. "Buffy!"
There was a loud splash, followed by the voice of
someone who'd just swallowed a sizeable amount
of water.
"What..." she coughed. "Spike...I'm...what?"
"Don't fall asleep in the bathtub, kitten," he instructed
her in a tone that meant business.
"I..I wasn't...I didn't..." she hacked. "I'm okay. What
do you...want?"
"Nothing special," he replied. "Just making sure you're
still with me."
**What a liar I'm turning out to be. But what am I
supposed to do...say what's REALLY on my mind?
That I want to get in there with her and scrub her
back...and her front...and everything in between?**
"I'll...I'll be out in a minute," she informed him, still
sounding like she was aspirating a gallon of water
from her lungs.
Spike tried to suppress a mental picture of what
was happening on the other side of the...remark-
ably flimsy looking...bathroom door.
But he could still hear the water sloshing around
as she displaced it, and nothing short of sticking
his fingers in his ears while singing "God Save The
Queen" was going to drown it out.
"I'll be downstairs then. You need anything" **and
I DO mean anything** "just give a shout."
"Okay."
Down in the kitchen, he fished the post-operative
instructions from out of his pocket, smoothing
them out on the counter.
It was all pretty straightforward. Common sense, most-
ly. Stick to soft foods...icepack for swelling...call the
office if your face falls off...all the usual stuff.
One item caught his eye. Apparently, he should
give Buffy two of the tablets that the dentist had
provided for her, even if she wasn't in serious pain.
The note informed him that, if she waited until the
pain set in before she took them, she would suffer
until they began to do their job.
"Oh, I don't THINK so," he mumbled, shaking two
of the pills out into his palm, then filling a glass
with lukewarm water.
He took everything back upstairs, knocking softly
on her bedroom door.
"Hey, kitten...you decent?"
"Yeah. Come on in."
Glancing heavenward at the words that probably
meant more to him than they did to her, he opened
the door.
She was sitting on the side of her bed, wearing an
oversized mans dress shirt, and brushing her hair.
Spike swallowed hard.
"What's up?" she asked, replacing her brush on her
vanity table.
Perfect. Another loaded question.
"The dentist gave me some pain pills for you, kitten." He
held out the glass and tablets to her.
"But I'm not in much pain," she countered, furrowing
her brow.
"Yeah, I know, but..he said that you should take them
anyway because...if you...look, just read it."
Buffy took the sheet of paper and looked it over.
"I guess it makes sense," she shrugged. Accepting
the water and the pills, she swallowed them down.
Spike took the glass back, examining her face.
"What?" she asked him, lightly touching the
side of her face. "Am I all swollen and funny
looking?"
He shook his head. "You're as beautiful as you
always are, kitten," he said, quite sincerely.
Casting around in his mind for a safe topic of
conversation, he simply asked, "You hungry,
sweetie? Because the pain pills work better
when you have a little food in your tummy."
Buffy smiled and raised her eyebrows in feigned
shock. "You can cook?"
"I can manage something easy," he said. "Some
eggs, maybe...some soup?"
She thought it over. "What kind of eggs?"
He gave her a look. "Chicken."
"But cooked how?"
"Well, nothing too fancy," he said. "But I'm pretty
sure a trained chimp could scramble eggs."
"Then I suppose you can probably do it, too," she
countered smoothly.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, there's nothing sassier
than a woman who knows that a fellow won't hit
her."
Buffy trailed down the stairs after him. "What kind
of soup?"
"Canned."
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Buffy sat patiently at the kitchen table, her hands
folded in front of her, watching Spike move around
the kitchen.
When he bent over to remove a carton of eggs from
the bottom shelf of the fridge, she blinked slowly
at the very nice view he was offering her.
**Is it just me....or does he have a really nice butt?**
No, he really did, she decided as he straightened
back up. The boy had one damn fine posterior.
**Oh, goodie...he's putting the eggs back.**
She licked her lips and leaned forward a little
as he returned the eggs to the fridge, minus two.
"How d'ya want it, kitten?"
**Anyway I can get it, handsome**
"All scrambled up, please," she said cheerily.
Spike glanced at her briefly, then began to
crack the eggs into a bowl.
When he returned to the fridge, Buffy perked
up, but all he took out was a carton of milk
and a dish of butter. Unfortunately, both of
these items were on the top shelf.
**Phooey**
He poured a dollop of milk into the bowl, then
found a fork and began whipping up the eggs.
Buffy rose a bit unsteadily to her feet and crossed
the kitchen until she was standing directly behind
him, peering around his side.
He stopped. "What are you doing?" he asked,
noticing her.
"Watching," she said promptly. "You never know
when this might be useful."
"For you?" He sounded amused. "What are you
planning on doing? Throwing eggs instead of
stakes?"
She giggled. "That'd get their attention, wouldn't it?"
"Daresay, it would." He winked at her and sliced
off a portion of butter, dropping it into the frying pan
and adjusting the gas.
"How you feeling, kitten?" he asked, as the
butter began to melt.
"Not bad," she answered.
"Nothing hurts?"
"Nope." She shook her head. "Hey, those pills
work great. You could punch me in the side of
the face right now and I wouldn't know it."
"Is that so?" he said, pouring the frothy egg mixture
into the pan.
"Go ahead," she urged. "Try it."
He chuckled as he pushed the eggs around
the pan with a fork. "Go sit down, kitten. You're
starting to sound a bit daffy."
Buffy watched him open a cabinet and reach for
a plate, fascinated by the sight of a strip of skin
that was exposed when the hem of his shirt
separated from the waistband of his jeans.
Unable to stop herself, she ran her finger along
that expanse of smooth skin.
"Hey!" He swung around on her. "You trying to make
me drop this plate?"
Her eyes dancing with mischief, she shook her head.
"Then watch it with the tickling fingers," he added,
grabbing her hand and giving it a quick kiss.
He transferred the eggs to the plate and handed
it to her. "Go sit down and eat."
Buffy's heart had actually skipped several beats
when she had felt his lips on her hand. God only
knew what would happen if he kissed her on the
mouth. Probably an instant coronary.
Spike pulled a bottle of beer out of the fridge,
then sat down opposite her.
"That was really good," she said, pushing her cleaned
plate to one side. "Thank you."
He just smiled at her. Although he'd never said it,
he enjoyed watching Buffy eat. Considering how
small and slender she was, she had the appetite
of a lumber jack and she wasn't the least bit shy
about showing it either.
Buffy watched as Spike tilted his head back and
took a long swallow of beer. His adams apple
bobbed up and down, and she was overcome by
a sudden urge to lean over the table and run her
tongue over it.
Instead, she cleared her throat. "Can I have a sip?"
"Sure," he said, handing her the bottle. "Just a small
one though, on account of the pills."
This little ritual was a secret between the two
of them that had started several months ago.
On a warm summer night, after patrolling four
different cemeteries, they'd come back to her
house to unwind. Joyce had been out for the eve-
ning, and they'd sat on the sofa together watching
and making fun of the latest slice and dice movie
to hit HBO.
She'd gone into the kitchen, returning with a
can of beer for him and Coke for her. After a few
minutes, she'd asked him if she could have a
taste of the beer.
Pushing aside the thoughts of what Joyce might
do if she found out he'd been letting her under-
age daughter drink beer, he had handed her the
can.
Expecting her to wrinkle up her nose and make
a disgusted face, he'd been surprised when she'd
declared a liking for the beverage.
Ever since that night, when no one else was
around to see, they would sit together and talk,
splitting a can of beer.
He never gave her a can of her own, and she'd
never requested one. They both enjoyed the inti-
macy of sharing, although neither one had ever
said it in so many words.
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After putting the kitchen to rights, they took
their accustomed seats on the sofa, and Buffy
turned on the T.V.
Five minutes later, she turned to him and, ap-
propos of nothing whatsoever, asked, "Do you
think I'm pretty?"
Spike was certain that he hadn't heard her
properly. "What?"
Buffy repeated the question.
"Well, you know I do, kitten," he said, tugging
gently on a lock of her hair. "I think you're VERY
pretty."
Seemingly satisfied with his answer, she settled
back and returned her attention to the television.
He couldn't believe that was the end of the
subject. "What brought that on?" he asked.
"Hmm?" She looked at him for a moment. "Oh,
nothing really. There's this guy in my psych
class..."
Spike tensed his shoulders, not liking the direction
she was wandering off in. "Yeah?"
"I think he likes me...but he hasn't asked me out,
and I was just wondering if maybe he doesn't
think I'm...you know...attractive enough."
His jaw tightened. "Is that a fact?" he muttered.
"Yeah. He's really cute though..and nice. You
should see his car."
Sometimes Buffy forgot that she wasn't talking
to one of her little girlfriends.
"He talks to me a lot at school, and he bought
me a Coke the other day..."
"Big spender," Spike mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said, hoping she'd just drop the whole
bloody fucking horrible subject.
"I don't know why he hasn't asked me out,"
she rambled on.
Spike shrugged. "He's probably gay."
"What?" She laughed a little. "He is not! Cut it
out."
He folded his arms across his chest, willing her to
close her damn mouth about this other guy.
"Maybe I should ask HIM," she mused. "Do guys
like it when a girl asks...."
"No!" He cut her off mid-sentence. "We hate it. There's
nothing worse than some pushy girl acting the tart.
Now, will you clam up? I'm trying to watch" He
had no clue as to what program was on. "this."
"Well, excuse me," Buffy huffed. "I was just trying
to make conversation."
"Oh, yeah?" he countered. "Well, I'm not "Dear Abby"
so how about you save that inane crap for your little
girly mates at school? They got the right amount of
missing brain cells to actually give a shit!"
Inwardly, Buffy was jumping up and down in glee. It
didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Spike was
reacting out of jealousy...which was the only reason
she'd brought stupid Parker Abrams up in the first
place.
A slight twinge from her jaw dampened her
giddy happiness. Cupping the side of her face with
one hand, she flinched.
Which took all the wind out of Spike's irritable
sails. "What's wrong, kitten?" he asked, sitting
up and rubbing her back.
"It's starting to hurt," Buffy said. "Can I have
another pill?"
Spike glanced at the clock. It had only been
two hours and change since she'd taken the
first dose. The instructions had said to take
two pills every four hours if they were needed.
It was too soon.
But...she was in pain. No way could he allow
that.
He called the dentist's office and left a message
with the answering service, stressing the fact
that it was very important and he wanted to
speak to the man immediately.
Apparently, he'd put just the right amount of threat
into his tone, as the phone rang less than three
minutes later.
Buffy was looking more and more unhappy by
the second, and Spike nearly bullied the dentist
into allowing her another dose of her medication,
although he did advise her to take only one pill
this time.
Grateful to get anything at all, Buffy swallowed the
tablet, then crawled down to the other end of the
sofa and waited to be invited into Spike's gentle
embrace.
Without a word, he reached for her and lifted her
onto his lap, holding her and stroking her hair until
the medication kicked in and she began to drift off.
Spike was about to carry her upstairs and put her
to bed, when she turned her head against his
shoulder and did the exact same thing she had
done to him in the dental office.
Her words came out on a soft sigh. "I love you..."
He groaned in total frustration. "You know, I really
wish that just once you'd say that when you're awake."
Whereupon, she lifted her head and looked him right
in the eye. "I am awake," she smiled. "And I love you."
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TBC.....
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