Buffy frowned. “You need to feed. But it doesn’t look like you’re well enough to…you know,” she paused. “I can take the pain, Spike. Just bite me anyway.”
Spike shook his head, carefully pulling Buffy onto his lap. He may not be up for the action, but he could still make it pleasurable for her. He felt her tense against his body. The vampire wasn’t sure if it was because she was nervous she would hurt him or for another reason. He needed to reassure her that everything would be alright.
“Buffy, luv, relax. It will feel good, I promise,” he whispered in her ear, giving it a light kiss before pulling away.
Buffy leaned against his arm as he brought a hand up to gently massage her breast. Her nipple immediately hardened in his hand. He brushed a thumb across the hardened pebble as he sucked on her earlobe, twirling his tongue across the border.
She couldn’t help but moan at his actions. Buffy was getting turned on despite her worry of his injuries.
Spike watched as she spread her legs wide for him. He twisted her slightly so he was able to wiggle his arm from behind her back. He used that hand to replace the one on her breast. Spike continued to massage and squeeze her mound as he brought his other hand to drag down her belly, venturing to the junction between her thighs.
Buffy was worried that the action would be too much for him. She attempted to turn around to protest, but Spike stopped her with a whisper in her ear. “Buffy, sweetheart, trust me.”
She silently agreed, nodding as she closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest. Her legs spread wider as Spike began to rub her clit. Her hips arched of his lap, causing his ribs to ache, but he didn’t want to disturb her pleasure. Instead, he focused all of his strength on making her feel good.
He continued to circle his clit, letting a finger run down her pussy, getting wet from her juices. He entered the wet finger into her opening, followed by a second. Spike maneuvered his hand so that he could pump his fingers in and out of her, still able to rub her clit. She tried not to wiggle too much in his lap, instead grabbing the side of the tub to lift herself off of his lap as she began to buck, meeting his thrusts.
She bit her lip, struggling to not orgasm right away; she was enjoying it too much. Spike wouldn’t have that and started to pump his fingers faster, making Buffy moan out his name over and over again. She arched her hips before she could stop it, driving his fingers even further inside of her. He moved his lips to kiss down her neck and gently sucked on the mark he had made on her tainted side. Spike wished he could take those marks away. He brushed the thought away as he felt her shudder in pleasure, the walls of her cunny began to flutter. It was time-time to feed.
He quickly vamped out, licking the spot one more time before sliding his fangs gently into the marks that still resided on her neck. She spasmed, her entire body arching into the air, screaming his name as an orgasm racked through her body. He gently held her to his body, as to not to buck out too much and hurt him, with his free hand, while the other continued their assault on her clit and pussy. A smaller orgasm came over her as he took deep pulls of her blood. Spike couldn’t resist taking a few more pulls, enjoying the taste of her blood too much to stop so soon. As soon as he felt her breathing falter, he quickly removed his fangs and licked the wound clean.
Buffy turned around on his lap, yanking his fingers out in the process, and kissed him fully on the mouth.
He groaned and whispered, “Buffy, my love, I want you too but---oh sod it.” He returned the kiss with such passion that Buffy forgot about his injuries as he groaned, carrying her out of the tub and placing her on the floor, barely even breaking their kiss.
Spike grabbed the base of his cock and lined it at her entrance. Buffy arched her hips off the floor, taking him into her entrance in one big plunge. He was so turned on by watching her orgasm that he knew he wouldn’t last long anyway, so he stretched out as to not injure himself too much more, and picked up a fairly quick rhythm. He wanted just a quickie so he wouldn’t have to endure the dull pain for too long. Spike was aimed to get them both off fast and still pleasurable.
Buffy was shuddering, still so close from her last orgasm that it only took a couple hard thrust into her and she was cumming. The walls of her pussy clenched against his dick, causing him to cum. Without thinking, he vamped out, biting down on the opposite side of her neck, pulling a few more pulls of blood. He felt her shudder in pleasure and her heartbeat skip a beat so he quickly cursed himself pulling his fangs from her neck, licking the wound clean. He rolled over and groaned in pain as he hit the floor.
Buffy heard the noise and rolled over immediately to investigate his wounds and she tenderly touched his ribs.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have listened…I made it worse.”
Spike shook his head, lifting his hand up to touch her cheek. “No, it was good and definitely not worse but do you think you can help me wrap these up a tad for sleeping?” Spike stood up carefully offering Buffy his hand and she took it, swaying slightly. He frowned. “I think I took too much. You need to eat something from that tray in the other room.”
Buffy nodded and helped Spike to the bed, taking the cloth wrappings and ‘glue’ the maid had left earlier in one hand and the tray food with the other. She laid the tray in her spot on the bed, then picked Fuzzball from the floor and placed him on her pillow. He curled up to fall back asleep, having already been sleeping on the floor.
She helped Spike to sit up so she could re-wrap his ribs. She wrapped them tightly so he wouldn’t be able to move them, preventing further injury.
Spike chuckled. “I need to be in tip-top shape to keep up with your dance card. I made a promise to you that I’d dance every dance with you to keep you busy all night and out of other people’s clutches and I intend to uphold that promise.”
Buffy giggled as she placed a tad of glue on the wound on his head that was still oozing out a bit of blood. She also added a bit to the cut that was pretty deep over his forehead and a little to the gash on his chest. Spike smiled at the care he was getting as she put the items back on the table after helping herself to some food off the tray. Spike also helped himself to the meat and cheeses, enjoying the flavor and missing his buffalo wings back home.
Buffy put the tray back on the table and washed her hands. She didn’t bother with her nightgown already being content with being naked against Spike as she crawled into bed gently, laying her head on the crock of his arm and laying her hand on the top of part of his chest to avoid his injuries.
He leaned over groaning slightly as he kissed her forehead whispering, “Thanks for taking such good care of me, Slayer.”
Buffy frowned. “Why am I ‘Slayer’ again?”
Spike tried to shrug but it hurt too much so he responded, “It’s a term of endearment and respect for who you are. But I’ll go back to calling you luv, pet and sweetheart if you want.”
Buffy wasn’t sure what she wanted but she nodded anyway as she realized she liked them better than Slayer. It reminded her of how much he did care for her and loved her. She let out a deep breath as she relaxed against his arm, thinking how hard it was to believe they had been in this world almost two weeks already and how attached she really was to him. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, still thinking about Spike and her relationship to have it change into a dream of the two of them.
Spike woke up once in the night with his head still hurting and he had listened to Buffy’s breathing and heartbeat, nervous because of the amount of blood he took. She seemed fine and healthy so he had gone back to sleep, hoping to feel better. By late morning, he was feeling pretty good. His ribs were still tender but his head felt better and clearer and his body didn’t ache all over. He listened to Buffy’s slow and steady heartbeat and breathing and sighed in relief. The blood had really helped him but he never wanted it to be at the cost of anything happening to her. He just got caught up in the moment last night. He would have to be more careful for both of their sakes.
He felt Buffy stir and whispered, “Morning, Cutie.”
She giggled blushing bright red as she whispered, “Morning, Handsome.”
Spike was shocked and apparently showed it because she had never, ever, called him any sweet or endearing names. Usually any nicknames he got were insulting and downgrading.
She smiled and kissed his lips gently. “Well, I was testing it out for how it felt coming out of my mouth.”
Spike smirked. “So how did it taste and feel Buffy?”
She grinned. “Almost natural. Might need a bit more practice, though, to make it totally natural sounding.”
Spike cocked his head at her and said, “What does it mean that you are calling me endearment terms?”
Buffy frowned. “Does it have to really mean something?”
“I just was curious,“ he shrugged.
Buffy sighed and rolled out of bed, surprised to see two outfits for her and Spike, both already placed out on the chair. There was hot, fresh lunch sitting on the table, as though perfectly timed for them to wake up. She frowned, realizing the maid must have come in while they were sleeping together naked. She shrugged, realizing she was there analyzing all this, while Spike was looking at her naked with his eyes filled with lust.
She went over to her side and picked up Fuzzball, placing him on the floor with a few leaves and his pillow as she picked up the simple leather shirt and skirt outfit for her day. She put it on as Spike watched with admiring eyes. She then picked up her dress. It was golden and seemed to sparkle. She noticed golden leather shoes placed on the floor and golden-leather barrettes for her hair. She wished for a moment that she could have bought that necklace she had seen at the market but knew neither of them had any money.
Spike noticing she was frowning and asked, “What’s wrong? That dress is beautiful. You will be the bell of the ball for sure.”
Buffy blushed but whispered quietly, “Nothing. The dress is very beautiful. First thing I’ve seen that is golden.”
Spike nodded and decided she wasn’t going to tell what was really on her mind. He was sure she would tell him eventually so he finished getting dressed.
“Want to show me around the village for a tad today? I heard the place has some great shops that I haven’t seen yet. Then I’d like to teach you some dancing steps.”
She smiled and nodded as she sat down at the table as he did the same, eating their breakfast in a comfortable silence.