Buffy frantically searched the bed and floor for her clothes, hell anything that would cover her naked body besides the blanket she had half wrapped around her. She heard Spike scoff behind her and she whirled around, murder written on her face. He held his hands up in surrender as another banging sound came from upstairs. Buffy finally spotted her clothes and quickly snatched them up but not before hearing a wolf whistle from behind her. Glaring, she spun around, pulling her pants up as she did so. Spike sat on the bed, smirking and as infuriating as it was, she was actually turned on by it. A loud crash sounded from upstairs and Buffy quickly tugged on her shirt.
“Oh bloody hell.” Spike didn’t move however, his eyes following her as she walked to the ladder.
“Spike!” he raised his eyebrows at her. “Agh.” Buffy climbed up the ladder. She could see Giles on the far side of the crypt, looking in what looked like a vase.
“Giles,” he ignored her, dropping the large vase to the floor. It didn’t break but she could see other vases broken on the ground. Spike wasn’t going to be happy about this. He started over to the chair Spike had near the door, pulling off the cushion and tossing it to the floor. Buffy couldn’t believe it.
What on earth was he doing?
She walked up behind Giles, who had his hands deep in the sides of the chair. She grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning him around to face her.
“Giles. What are you doing?”
“Buffy, you don’t understand. I need to find the spatula. It’s important.” Buffy could feel herself getting angry.
“What spatula? Why is it so important?” Giles tried to pull himself free, making it clear that he had no intention of stopping for small talk. Buffy let go, giving up.
“Fine. Whatever.” Buffy walked over to the door and ripped it open, determined to go home. She got half way across the graveyard before she heard the distinct sound of earth being shifted from underneath the ground. Buffy groaned. No dream would be complete without a vampire slay. She waited patiently as the vampire dug its way out of the ground, giving her enough time to find a nice pointy stick to poke it with. The vampire didn’t see her at first.
“Hi, I’m Buffy and you are?” The vampire growled and spun on its heels to face her, dirt still matting its hair.
“Hmm, not one for talking huh? That’s ok, neither am I,” she brought her right leg up, planting her foot square in the vampire’s chin. It stumbled backwards, running into a headstone. Growling, it lunged at her and Buffy quickly placed two sharp jabs on its nose before stomping on the vampire’s shin bone. It howled in pain as the bone snapped and Buffy smirked. It was truly something she could never get sick of. Buffy seized her chance, plunging the sharp stick into the vampire’s chest, into its un-beating heart. It looked down at the stick, confused before it exploded into dust.
“Well that was fun.” Buffy said to no one in particular. She brushed her hands down her clothes, trying to brush off some of the dust produced from the vampire.
“God, I hate vampire dust!”
“But luv, it gives you that I just killed glow.” Buffy bit her lip, cringing at the voice floating though the air behind her.
“What do you want?”
“I just came to watch your back luv,” she could practically see the smirk on his face as he spoke; his lips twisted upwards, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. She didn’t need this now. She wanted to go home.
“I don’t need you to have my back, Spike,” she spat. “Oh and in case you didn’t notice, Giles trashed your crypt,” she retorted before walking away. She got all the way to the edge of the cemetery before she stopped to check if he was following. He wasn’t. She went to step out onto the curb when she ran straight into Giles, again.
“Giles!”
“Oh, Buffy I am really sorry. I’m just in such a hurry...” he glanced at the ground, pretending to find something interesting to look at.
“Um, let me guess. You’re looking for a spatula?” Giles eyes shot up from the pavement, shocked that she knew.
“Why yes Buffy, how did you know?”
“Because you have been driving me insane trying to find it.”
“Well, do you know where it is?” Giles eyes were pleading, full of hope.
“What?” Buffy looked at him with disbelief.
“Do you know where the spatula is?”
“I heard you the first time Giles. No I don’t know where it is but if I did I would give it to you so you would leave me alone.” Buffy threw her hands up in the air. “God, I wish I could just wake the hell up already.”
~~~
The alarm buzzed loudly in Buffy’s ear and she rolled over, groaning. What a weird dream. She slapped the snooze button, knowing full well it will be wailing in her ear in another five minutes. She rolled back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Giles with the spatula, Xander with his movie. Then she sat bolt up.
I had sex with Spike.
Stupid realistic slayer dreams. This was all Dawn’s fault. If she hadn’t gone over to Spike’s yesterday and stayed so she had to go find her, her stupid head wouldn’t be ticking into overdrive. She wouldn’t be dreaming about having sex with Spike.
Oh my god, sex with Spike!
The alarm blared in her ears again and Buffy leaned over and switched it off. She decided she needed a shower, for some reason she felt sticky and gross. Peeking her head out the doorway, she could hear Dawn and her mum downstairs. Buffy darted across the hall, slamming the bathroom door behind her like she was trying to hide something. Something like she might actually want the blonde vampire that made her cum so hard in her dream. Twice. She shook her head, trying to shake out the thoughts and reached to turn the shower on. Soon the room filled with steam and she stepped under the warm water. Time to forget all about that stupid dream.
~~~
Spike stirred in his bed, a small smile playing on his lips. Never had he had a dream about Buffy that real, that vivid before. Hell, he could almost smell her all over him. Not that he would mind having her all over him. He had heard the bit and Buffy arguing as they had left his crypt last night. Something about how the bit had a crush on him. He was flattered, yes but he didn’t want to do anything to upset Buffy. He had been trying so hard lately not to upset her. He knew it was William coming though but he really didn’t care. He was entitled to feel again wasn’t he? Drusilla had crushed his heart and spirit after he had caught her making out with that Chaos demon.
But in a way, he knew Drusilla was right, even back then. In her own crazy way. He reeked of Buffy since the moment they had stepped foot in Sunnydale. He wanted her more then he wanted anything else in his whole life. More than Cecily, more than Drusilla even more then all his failed attempts to impress Angelus. He just didn’t know it then. But slowly she grew inside him, driving him insane with need, want and desire.
He could feel Harmony stirring beside him, muttering about killing the slayer. Stupid bint. She was so naive and ditsy. If he didn’t actually need her, he would have kicked her out ages ago. But he needed her. He quietly slipped out of the bed and quickly dressed. He needed to get something to drink. Maybe he might go over and see Buffy today. Smiling, he climbed up to the top level of the crypt, his mind set on his next visit to the Summer’s household.
~~~
Buffy stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. She really just wanted to forget all about Spike and that stupid dream. She walked down the stairs, hearing Giles. Curious, she made a bee line to the kitchen. Dawn and Joyce were standing in the kitchen also, laughing at something.
“Hey everyone.” Buffy put on her brightest smile.
“Oh Buffy, I was wondering when you were going to join us. Mr Giles has offered to make pancakes for breakfast.” Joyce smiled at her older daughter. Buffy moved over to the sink, pulling a cup of the rack and filling it with water.
“So what’s the special occasion? It’s not my birthday.” Giles smiled, tight lipped. Never a good sign, something must have happened last night. Something bad. Buffy took a sip of water.
“Ah well I was actually wanting to talk to you about something that came up last night when these two ladies talked me into making pancakes.” Buffy nodded her head, placing her cup down on the bench. She started for the kettle, her body craving caffeine.
“Well you can tell me after breakfast right? I could do with some yummy food in my tummy before I hear some bad news.”
“Quite right.” Giles pulled open the second draw and started searching inside. Joyce looked knowingly at Giles and Buffy before turning to her youngest daughter.
“Dawn, how about you and I go and set the table so we can all sit at the table and eat breakfast together?” Joyce asked.
“Sure Mom, no problem, wouldn’t want to interrupt Buffy and her morning coffee now would I?” She spat bitterly.
Buffy looked guiltily up from the kettle, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. Dawn slandered off to the dining room, followed by Joyce who excused herself before leaving. Buffy poured the now hot water from the kettle into her cup, adding the milk and desired amount of sugar before walking back to the fridge and putting the milk away. She knew Dawn had left it on the bench, like she did every morning. Giles was still searching though the draw.
“Giles? What are you looking for?” Giles sighed.
“I am looking for the spatula. Have you seen it?” Buffy almost dropped her cup, her eyes widening with disbelief and horror.
“Excuse me?” Giles looked at her, his brow slightly furrowed, clearly confused by Buffy’s reaction.
“I need a spatula to stir the pancake mix.”
“I...um...I...” The images from her dream came flooding back, dancing in front of her. Buffy sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes, trying to remember it was just a dream.
A hot, sexy dream of her fucking Spike and Giles constantly looking for a damn spatula.
“I think Mom keeps it in third draw with the measuring spoons.” She watched Giles open the draw, pulling out the spatula almost victoriously. He shut the drawer and smiled.
“Let’s get on with breakfast then shall we?” Buffy merely nodded her head getting the feeling today wasn’t going to be a good day at all.
THE END
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Ooo last chapter. I hope everyone has enjoyed it. I apologize for not replying to reviews, I have read them all and they have all brought a smile to my face. So thank you.
I do realize this fic may be a bit weird, but please remember, this fic is a dream and since when are dreams normal? It is meant to slot in just before Buffy and Xander go to inspect the train and she has that conversation with Xander about Spike liking her in Crush.
Last but not least a HUGE thank you goes out to miss henrietta for without her, this fic wouldn't of been possible. Thank you once again for beta-ing my dear *hugs* Oh and a quick thank you to dawnofme, for showing me some of the errors of my ways.
I do realize this fic may be a bit weird, but please remember, this fic is a dream and since when are dreams normal? It is meant to slot in just before Buffy and Xander go to inspect the train and she has that conversation with Xander about Spike liking her in Crush.
Last but not least a HUGE thank you goes out to miss henrietta for without her, this fic wouldn't of been possible. Thank you once again for beta-ing my dear *hugs* Oh and a quick thank you to dawnofme, for showing me some of the errors of my ways.
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Thank you all so much for reading, reviews are welcome, very welcome. Should be posting another one shot for Halloween in a few days. *Is totally pimping*
EDIT I am a dunce, the Halloween fic isn't Spuffy, so if your interested, its on my LJ.
EDIT I am a dunce, the Halloween fic isn't Spuffy, so if your interested, its on my LJ.