[Reviews - 2356]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Microsoft Word Chapter or Story | ePub eBook Chapter or Story | Printer Chapter or Story

Has been viewed 6593 times

- Text Size +




"Did I ever tell you I'm terrified of flying?" At Spike's raised eyebrow, Buffy continued. "Really. Horribly afraid. It makes me…hyperventilate. And…and there's hives. All over my body. It's just a mess."

"Buffy, they're calling our row. Get your arse on the plane."

Buffy glared at Spike. "You're a meanie."

"Plane. Now."

Buffy sighed as she stood up, picking up her carry-on bag. "You're evil."

Spike grinned. "I'm just a bad, rude man. Now get on the bloody plane."

As they approached the door, Buffy wished they were on their way home instead of leaving. "We can still do Christmas here. Big tree…"

"Buffy, if you don't get on that plane of your own free will, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you on."

With a resigned sigh, Buffy walked to the attendant and handed over her ticket.

*** *** ***

Buffy was bored. They'd had a stop in Atlanta, and now they were flying into LAX before continuing on to Sunnydale. She felt like they'd been in the air forever, and to make it worse, the in-flight movie really sucked. She doubted it would've been any better if she'd paid the five dollars for the headset so she could actually hear the stupid thing.

Spike was resting in the seat beside her, his eyes closed. The closer they got to Sunnydale, the tenser she felt, and she needed something to release that tension. She blushed as a rather naughty idea popped into her head, but once it was here, she couldn't make it go away.

She glanced around the plane, noting that most of the passengers were either asleep or engrossed in the horrible movie, and the few that weren't had their noses stuck in a book or newspaper. She took a deep breath, telling herself she could do this, and shook Spike lightly.

His eyes opened. "Something wrong, pet?"

His voice was low, almost husky, and Buffy liked the sound of her plan even more. She leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Go to the bathroom in the back of the plane. I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

Spike looked at her in confusion for a moment before realization set in and his eyes widened. "You serious, kitten?"

Buffy nodded. "You up for it?"

"When am I not?" he asked with a leer. He kissed her quickly before unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping up. "See you in a few."

Buffy waited nervously in her seat as the minutes ticked by. No one was looking at her, but she was sure they knew what she was thinking. Could she actually go through with this?

She thought about Spike, waiting for her in the one place where they could be alone right now and knew she could.

Buffy got up and walked confidently towards the back of the plane, certain any nervousness would give her away. She looked around, making sure no one was paying attention before knocking softly on the door.

Spike opened up and pulled her in, his mouth on hers as soon as the door was shut and locked behind them. His hands were fumbling with her zipper as she kicked off her shoes. Once he had her pants open, he pulled them down, pushing her against the sink and dropping to his knees in front of her.

At the first feel of his mouth between her legs, Buffy bit her lip to keep from crying out. Spike was good at what he was doing, and it took all the willpower she had to keep quiet.

Spike looked up to see the tortured look on her face and smiled against her. He loved driving her crazy… He took her clit in his teeth, pulling it gently, and her eyes shot open as she whimpered. Knowing if he kept it up Buffy was going to give them away, he stood, turning her around so she was facing the mirror.

Buffy grabbed hold of the side of the sink as Spike unbuttoned his jeans and pushed inside her from behind, his hand going over her mouth to muffle the sounds she couldn't help but make. Her eyes went to the erotic image they cast in the mirror. Something about the sight and feel of his hand on her mouth was making her hotter than hell.

Spike knew he wouldn't last long. He'd never had sex on an airplane before, and the novelty of the situation had gotten him revved up very quickly. He reached around Buffy's waist, his hand trailing down to find her clit, stroking it until he felt her pussy clamp down hard around his cock, her cry of completion muffled by his hand. He came inside her with a grunt, fighting the urge to call her name loud enough for the whole plane to hear.

Buffy slumped forward on the sink as Spike pulled out of her. "God, that was freaking hot," she said.

"Fuck yeah," Spike replied between pants. "Glad you thought of it."

"Me, too."

Spike re-buttoned his jeans. "You want me to go back first? Give you a chance to clean up and get your clothes back on?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied. She turned around, giving Spike a long kiss. "You're so good, baby," she purred. "You make me come so damn hard every time."

Spike grinned. He loved it when she was like this, all laid back and sexually satisfied. "That's 'cause I love making you come, pet," he said, placing his hands on her still-bare hips. "Love makin' you feel that good."

"Mmm…" Buffy gave him one more kiss before moving away as much as the small space they were in would let her. "You better go before we start all over again."

Spike nodded. "See you back at the seats."

After Spike left, Buffy freshened up and put her pants and shoes back on. When she left the bathroom and went back down the aisle, she caught a couple of people glance her way, and knew they probably did know what she'd been up to with Spike, but she didn't care anymore. She just smiled like a woman who'd just gotten it good and went back to sit down by her gorgeous boyfriend.

*** *** ***

When Buffy and Spike walked from the terminal, they found Dawn and Giles waiting for them. Dawn ran to the pair, wrapping an arm around each of them and squeezing. "Couldn't decide which of you to hug first," she said. "It's so good to see you guys."

Spike ruffled her hair. "Good to see you, too, niblet."

Giles approached the three of them, holding his hand out to his son. "William."

Spike shook his father's hand. "Rupert."

"When will you stop calling me that and start calling me father?"

"Probably whenever you start calling me Spike, like I've asked you to a million times."

"Off the plane for five bloody minutes…" Giles stopped, turning away from Spike. Buffy noticed a twitch in Giles's jaw, and couldn't help but smile as she realized it was the same twitch that Spike got whenever he was angry. It disappeared, however, as Giles looked at her, smiling. "Buffy. It's so good to see you again," he said, embracing her.

Buffy hugged him back. "You, too."

Dawn was practically bouncing, her excitement over having her whole family together for Christmas too much to be contained. "Some guy was talking about people having sex in the bathroom of a plane," she blurted out. "Was that your flight?"

Giles didn't miss how red Buffy turned at Dawn's question. He frowned, but shook off his immediate suspicions.

"Must've been another plane, bit," Spike replied quickly, trying to cover what Buffy's obvious embarrassment wasn't. "There wasn't any action on ours at all."

"I can't believe someone would do that on an airplane full of people anyway," Dawn said. "I mean, can't they just keep their pants on until the plane lands?"

Buffy's face grew redder, and Giles cleared his throat. "Why don't we go get your luggage?" he suggested.

"Yes, luggage," Buffy replied, happy for the subject change. "We should get luggage."

As they started to walk off, Giles noticed Spike rest his hand on the small of Buffy's back for a moment before dropping it quickly, as if remembering where he was. Couple that with Buffy's reaction to bringing up what she'd overheard… No, Giles decided, he wasn't going to jump to any conclusions. Neither his son nor Buffy had said anything to indicate that they were involved romantically, and he had no right to assume—even if it would explain why William had continued to live in Buffy's apartment despite how adamantly she had been against it in the beginning.

He glanced over at them, noticing that Dawn was walking between them now, talking animatedly about something. While the two girls were not his by blood, he considered all three of them his children, and the thought that two of them may be sleeping together was bothersome. He resolved to put those thoughts right out of his mind.

It was a resolution that lasted as long as it took for Spike to discover his luggage had somehow ended up in San Diego. They had been promised that it would be delivered to them by the morning, but Spike had not been happy. It had become the subject of an argument between Buffy and Spike on the way to the car, which Giles overheard.

"I told you I didn't want to check the bloody thing in the first place."

"And I told you when we were packing that I was not trying to go through security with a bag full of safety pins and those boots of yours. We'd probably end up spending the whole day getting interrogated."

"And I told you that I made it through sodding customs with those clothes in that bag—shoes, safety pins, and all."

"I don't know why you're being such an ass about this. They're just in San Diego. You'll get them back. I've got your toothbrush in my carry-on bag, and you tend to either sleep naked or pass out in your jeans anyway. Not like you'll need anything that's in the bag until tomorrow."

"I'm not checking it on the way home."

Giles tuned out the rest of the conversation. Any chance he'd had at denying what was going on between those two was gone now. They didn't bicker like roommates, or even siblings. They bickered like a couple. Not to mention the fact that Buffy had packed Spike's toothbrush and knew he slept in the nude…

They didn't seem to be in any rush to divulge the truth about their relationship, and Giles decided he was fine with keeping it that way. He thought of them as his children, but they were both adults, and neither shared blood nor had been raised as siblings. What they did behind closed doors was neither his business nor something he wanted to think about.

Still, Giles knew he was going to need a strong drink when he got home, and probably several more before the holiday was over.

*** *** ***

Buffy was surprised to find herself actually a little excited to be home when she walked through the front door. She allowed herself a moment to savor it, closing her eyes, breathing in deeply, and remembering a time when her life had been simpler.

Then she heard her mother's voice and it was ruined.

Joyce had gone to Spike first, hugging him and apologizing for not being able to meet them at the airport. She then turned to her daughter, but didn't move to embrace her, simply stating, "Buffy. Your hair is brown."

"It has been for two years," Buffy replied.

"Well, I had no way of knowing that since I haven't seen as much as a picture of you in that long," Joyce said, her tone cold.

Buffy had told herself when she'd been on her way here that she didn't care what her mother thought of her. She'd been convinced that she could make it so Joyce's words and actions wouldn't affect her one way or another. But now that she was actually standing in front of her, that resolution was gone. She hadn't missed how chilly her mother's attitude was or that she'd hugged Spike and not her, and it hurt.

Spike cleared his throat, noticing the tension between mother and daughter. "So where are we sleeping? I'm sure Buffy would like to put her things down."

"Where is your luggage, Spike?" Joyce asked with concern. "Certainly you brought some…"

"It took the scenic route through San Diego," Spike replied. "It'll be here soon."

"I thought perhaps we could put you both in Buffy's old room," Giles said, answering Spike's earlier question. He looked his son in the eye. "With you on an air mattress, of course."

"Rupert, I thought we'd agreed the girls would share the guest room and Spike would stay in Dawn's room," Joyce said.

"There's no reason to run Dawn out of her bedroom for a week," Giles replied. "Buffy and William have been living in close quarters with each other for a while now. I'm sure they'll be fine."

"That works, really. Let Dawnie keep her room," Spike said. "Come on, lu…Buffy." Spike started up the stairs with Buffy following closely behind.

"LuBuffy?" she teased softly once they were on the second floor. "Is that my name now?"

"Shut up, you. I never actually say that silly name of yours. Going to be damn hard to keep down the pet names."

"Silly? My name is not…" Buffy stopped as Spike opened the door to what had once been her room. The furniture was the same, but much of it had been rearranged and all of her things were gone. "They repainted," she said softly, the fact that her mother had referred to it as the "guest room" coming to her mind.

Spike saw the tears forming in Buffy's eyes and he shut the door, guiding her over to sit with him on the edge of the bed. "Hey. What's wrong?"

"I didn't expect her to be so cold," Buffy said. "Or more like I did, but I didn't think it would hurt so much. She doesn't want me here, Spike. My own mother doesn't love me anymore." She fell over on him, tears coming in earnest now.

Spike wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Shh. She loves you, pet. Things are just strained between the two of you and she doesn't know how to act."

"It feels more like she doesn't love me," Buffy sniffed.

"She does. Trust me. And this visit could be just what the two of you need, yeah?"

Buffy pulled away from him, wiping her eyes. "I don't think so. I think it's just gonna suck."

"Least we won't be sleeping without each other," Spike said, cupping her face. "It'll be pretty easy for me to sneak to your bed every night from an air mattress on the floor in the same room."

"Very true," Buffy replied. "I can't believe Giles suggested that."

"He knows about us," Spike told her.

Buffy paled. "Huh? Did you tell him—or did he tell you he knew?"

"We haven't talked about it," Spike replied.

"Then how can you be sure?" Buffy asked.

"Because I know my father. He figured it out at the airport."

"How?"

"Well, the fact that you turned into a tomato when Dawn mentioned the people having sex on a plane was probably sort of a tip off," Spike said.

"Oh my god! Giles knows we had sex on the plane!?"

Spike chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. "It's all right, luv. He's probably as willing to forget he knows as we are to forget he knows. Besides, that's not all that gave it away. We're a pretty obvious couple, and the Giles men aren't idiots."

"But we weren't acting like we normally do," Buffy said.

"Well, usually there is a lot of groping which tends to make it noticeable, but even without that, it's how we interact with each other. Think about it—when you see two people you don't know, can't you often times tell if they're together even if they're not touching?"

Buffy sighed. "So Giles definitely knows. Great."

"I think it's all right. He did put us in here together after all, so he must not be too bothered. Probably gets all fidgety when he thinks about it, but he isn't freaking."

Buffy smirked. "I bet he does get all fidgety. His glasses are probably really clean right now." She paused, looking worried again. "Do you think he'll tell my mom?"

"Probably not. We haven't told him directly, so he can respect our privacy while telling himself he's not keeping secrets from Joyce because he doesn't actually 'know.'"

"So that's how the male mind works, huh?"

"Pretty much."

"You do know she wouldn't take it as well as he apparently is, don't you?" Buffy asked.

Spike thought about Joyce's attitude towards her daughter ever since they'd gotten there. "Yeah, I know."

Buffy leaned in and kissed him gently. "Guess we should go back downstairs before Giles thinks we're having sex again, huh?"

"Probably." Spike raised her chin with his finger so he was looking into her eyes. "I love you, Buffy."

"You said my 'silly' name," Buffy said, the corner of her mouth twitching in a smile.

"I did."

"I love you, too," she said, kissing him. "Now let's go socialize with the parents…"

*** *** ***

It didn't take me months to update. Aren't you proud of me? lol

Please review. I could really use a kind word or two right now…





You must login (register) to review.