*~*A Touch of Jealousy*~* By Echidna
Author's Note: Thanks to Ali my wonderful Beta-mom for betaing this fic and for
supporting it! ;)
Chapter 18
Anger
started to boil up in her veins as she watched the black-clad girl bluntly make
her move on *her* Spike. All she felt like doing was striding over to her and
ringing her neck until it snapped in two while screaming off at the top of her lungs: GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND!
Yeah, that would teach her.
Then,
suddenly, she realised: ‘He’s not my
boyfriend. This is all a trick to get them back together’ she reminded
herself as she watched Dru suggestively run her index finger over the lapels of
Spike’s duster. Buffy had to inhale deeply to force the blood rage down. ‘And apparently it’s working. Good for him.’
She closed her eyes, shaking herself off before she resumed walking towards
“Hey,
Oz!” Buffy said with fake enthusiasm.
The
redhead simply nodded and gave her his version of a smile, which was pretty
close to anyone else’s idea of a non-smile.
“Loved
the show! You guys did great!” She continued.
“I’m
amazed you saw anything, considering the major grope fest you and Spike put up
on the dance floor.” Cordy mumbled. Never giving a chance for Buffy to answer
she turned to Xander and whined: “I’m thirsty.”
Unfortunately,
her boyfriend didn’t seem to be taught in the fine art of subtlety so she let
out a loud grown before uttering:
“Xander,
get me a soda.”
“Huh…?
Oh, ok.” He said as he clumsily got off the stool. “You guys want anything?”
Everyone
shook their heads except for Buffy who spoke up:
“A
Daiquiri.”
Xander
froze and everyone in the table turned to look at her.
“Are
you sure?”
“Buffy
you know how you get when you drink alcohol.” Xander muttered.
“Plus
it’s illegal.”
“All
the more reasons to do it.” Buffy said with a smile. “Come on Xander, I know
you know the bartender tonight. Please, for me…” She begged, with a pout and
batting her eyes lashes at him.
He couldn’t
resist it. Somehow, after all those year of knowing her and working on getting
over his crush on her, he still couldn’t say no to her when she asked him
something. So he turned around and headed for the bar to make his order. Soon
after he was back with a soda and a colourful glass with an umbrella sticking
out of it in his hand.
“What
about your no alcohol policy?” Cordy snorted as she saw Buffy tilting the glass
into her mouth, taking huge gulps of the liquid inside.
“To
hell with it.” She answered with a peppy smile before letting out a small
hiccup. “Oops.” She giggled; placing her hand over her lips as her cheeks
quickly became red.
“In
my entire life, I have never seen alcohol have such a fast effect on anyone as
her. You should be in the Guinness Book of Records.” Xander pointed out as he
took his seat.
~+~
Spike
ran his hand through his hair, trying hard to focus on what the girl standing
in front of him was saying. He didn’t know why, but suddenly, Dru’s conversation
just seemed plain and dull. Her half nutty routine he used to find gripping and
enthralling now just seemed plain loony and boring. Pretty soon, he found her
voice growing farther and farther away until it died out, being completely
engulfed by the buzzing sound of the background. All he saw was a girl looking
at him with hooded, pseudo-seductive gaze, moving her mouth in an
excruciatingly slow pace.
“Huh?”
He blinked a couple of times when he noticed she had stopped talking.
“I
asked if you were going to the homecoming dance.” She repeated as she brought
her body closer to him, her arms circling around his neck.
He
instinctively took a step back, but she held a tight grip on him.
“I-I
don’t know, Dru.” He answered as his eyes scanned the room for a certain
blonde. ‘Where is she? What is taking her
so long?’ He kept asking himself.
“I
thought you hated that sort of thing. Said it was boring and…” She brought her
lips closer to his ear as she whispered: “I’m sure we can find more interesting
things to do. Couldn’t we, daddy?” She growled at the end of her question and
ran her tongue over his earlobe.
“Um…
Dru… What are you doing?” Spike asked, never moving, neither cheering nor
discouraging her actions.
“What
do you think? Grrr… You’ve been a very bad boy, going around playing
with that little girly. Mommy doesn’t like it.” She said in a childlike tone,
as her lower lip jutted out for a pout.
~+~
Buffy’s
eyes grew wide and she felt every single muscle fibre in her body contract at the
sight of Dru curling her arms around Spike and licking his ear. Without a word
she tilted the glass again and drank from it.
“Buffy,
you shouldn’t be doing this.”
“And
why not?” For some reason her words were coming out a bit slurred. Buffy
smacked her lips together as if trying to get her tongue to untie.
“Because
pretty soon you’ll lose all ability for coherent speech and you can’t go home
to your mom like that.”
“My
mom’s not coming home. She’s gonna stay out all night boinking
some stranger.” She pressed her lips together and nodded wildly, her hair
coming to partially cover her flushed face.
“Oh,
Buffy.”
At
that Buffy violently shook her head, causing her hair to fan out around her.
“I
like it ‘ere.” She mumbled. “It’s nice in ‘ere.” Her face lit up as she
remembered something. “I get everything for free.” Singsonged and a wave of
childlike giggles followed while
Oz
soon came to her aid:
“It’s
the lyrics from one of K’s Choice’s songs.”
“Oh.”
~+~
Spike
felt like he was suffocating. He couldn’t breathe. She was too close, clinging
to him, making him feel like there was no room, not enough space. He just
needed space. And to know where she… His eyes widened and a small sigh of
relief escaped his lips as he saw her. She was sitting around the table with Oz
and the rest of the gang. Well, it was more of a slouching over the table and
occasionally standing up straight to wave her arms in the air like a mad woman sort
of routine than actually sitting but, he’d found her. Dru continued to stick to
him as she yapped on and on, while he absentmindedly watched the effusive
blonde girl giggle and shout like a little girl. What was she holding in her
hand? What was…
“Bloody
hell…” He breathed. “Hum… Dru?” He began trying
to pull himself out of the girl’s death grip, but it turned out to be a
Herculean task. “Dru… Luv… Let go now.” She wouldn’t let go. “Dru!” He finally
shouted and she stepped back; a look of amazement and pain on her face. “Look,
pet, I’m sorry, but I gotta go.”
And
he was off crossing the room with ground-eating footsteps until he reached his
destination.
“Spike!
Thank God you’re here.”
“What’s
going on?” He questioned with a frown, looking at Buffy who now seemed to be
sleeping with her head resting on the table, her arms dangling to the floor at
her side. The moment he reached for her, she jumped up to attention.
“Hum…
what? Where? Oh… Spike.” She drooled the words out as she plastered on a goofy
smile. “The reunification didn’t go well? Do we need to pretend a bit more?”
Everyone
around the table frowned, except for Spike, whose heart immediately jumped to
his throat. He tried to ignore her questions and turned to face
“How
many of these did she have?”
“Just
that one.” The redhead pointed at the empty glass.
“And
she’s drunk?” Spike asked in disbelief.
“Buffy’s
body is not very alcohol-friendly.” Oz piped up.
“I
can see that. Come on, luv, let’s get you home.” Spike said picking up her coat
and putting it over her shoulders.
“What?
So soon? I thought you’d want to stay and work on the plan and-“
“Alright,
you need to go home… Now!” He noted, bringing his arms around her numb form and
pulling her to her feet.
The
moment he made a move to let her go, she began tumbling to the floor, but he
quickly grabbed a hold on her and lifted her off her feet.
“Are
you sure you can take her?” Xander asked.
“I’m
fine, mate. See you later.” He answered as he made his way out of the busy club.
~+~
As
they reached the car, consciousness seemed to dawn on Buffy. Her stomach turned
as she felt herself being carried. She opened her eyes to meet black leather.
Blinking a couple of times her gaze focussed on Spike’s face.
“We’re
here, luv.” He said as he lowered her to the ground.
She
stumbled a bit, but eventually was able keep standing long enough for Spike to
open the car door for her. With a loud sigh she plopped down on the front seat;
her legs still sticking out of the vehicle. Spike shook his head as he picked
her feet up and pushed them into the car before closing the door.
They
remained silent most of the drive home, with Spike occasionally throwing a
worried glance at the slumbering blonde sitting next to him. He smiled as he
heard her mumble something incomprehensible, while frowning and making a series
of odd faces. She was just so strange.
Coming
to a full stop in front of her house, he turned and gently ran his fingers over
her exposed shoulder.
“Pet…
we’re home.”
“Hum…”
She grumbled opening her eyes and glancing up at him with a glassy stare. She
swallowed dryly before looking around and frowning. “Where are we?”
“Home.
Remember?” He answered with a soft smile before exiting the car to open the
door for her.
He
held out his hand and Buffy stared at it. The fresh images of what had happened
at the Bronze flashed before her eyes – Dru… and him… snuggling. She felt her
stomach turn and something inside her snapped. She stood up abruptly;
dismissing his outstretched hand and trying to walk proudly over to her front
porch. The task seemed simple enough, except her alcohol soaked brain seemed to
have something to say about it and pretty soon she was sprawled out on the
grass, face down.
“Buffy!”
He called out, slamming the car door shut and coming to her aid, but as soon as
he made a move to help her up, she pushed him away and scrambled to her feet.
“I’m
fine.” She retorted.
“You’re
drunk, luv.” He stated the obvious as he watched her zigzag her way to the
front door eventually reaching her destination. Now… sticking the itsy bitsy key into that stupid lock… that was a serious mission.
She
grumbled a string of curses as she scratched at the wooden door but was never
able to get the key into the lock.
“Stupid
lock.” She moaned letting the key fall to the floor. “Keeps moving. Stand
still, damn it!” She ordered with a serious tone as she bent down to pick up
her key.
Spike
had to repress a growl as her miniskirt hitched up at her motion, exposing her
thighs to him.
“Let
me get that, pet.” He immediately shook himself out of his daze snatching the
key from her hands and quickly opening the door before she could say anything.
He entered the room while she stood in the threshold for a few more seconds.
“I
could’ve done it.” She mumbled as she walked into the hall.
Clumsily,
she tried to take off her coat, pushing at pulling at it, to no avail.
“Here,
let me get that.” He made a move towards her and she jumped back.
“No!
I’ll do it.” She insisted as she glared daggers at him.
“Are
you ok?” He questioned raising a scarred eyebrow.
“I’m…”
She struggled with the piece of clothing; it seemed like a straight-jacket.
“Stupid… A-ha!” She said triumphantly as she found herself free from her
restraints, letting the coat drop to the floor. She nervously pulled her hair
out of the way and looked up at him with an arrogant sparkle in her eyes and a
defiant little chin jutting out. “I’m fine.”
She
crisscrossed her way to the living room and thanked whatever gods there were
that the couch was right there.
“Good
couch, nice couch.” She sighed, plopping down on it and caressing it.
“Buffy,
you need to go to bed.” Spike explained coming to sit next to her.
She
instantly jumped away from him, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.
“Don’t
tell me what to do.” She growled.
“Are
you mad at me?” He finally asked.
“Mad?
I’m not made. I’m just…” She couldn’t find an explanation so she resorted for
the feeblest of excuses. “You’re annoying and I don’t like you.”
Spike
gave her a weak smile and they remained in an awkward silence for a few moments.
“So…
Can we stop the plan already?” Buffy suddenly blurted out.
“What?”
“You
and Dru are back together, right? We can quit pretending.” She tried to seem as
unfazed as possible by the topic of conversation and was pretty successful in
her attempt.
Her
questions took him by surprise. It was true, Dru had come back to him, or at
least was drooling all over him again, which was a positive sign, but they
weren’t together yet.
“Me
and Dru aren’t together.” Spike explained.
“Right,
cause the whole bumping and grinding on the dance floor is just soooo
normal amongst ex’s.” Buffy snarled, clumsily standing and making her way to
the kitchen.
“We
weren’t bumping and grinding.” He protested as he followed her.
“Whatever…”
She said uninterested as she opened the various cabinets in the kitchen.
“We
were just…” He stopped, looking for the right word.
“Dry
humping on the dance floor?” Buffy offered with a hint of anger.
“I-“
“I
don’t care Spike. You got what you wanted, Dru pawing all over you. Now can we
please put an end to the stupid farce?” She asked raising her eyebrows as she
found what she was looking for.
She
reached for the bottle and took out the cork before quickly taking a big gulp
from its content.
“What
are you doing?!” He questioned as he grabbed the bottle from her hands. He
turned it in his hands to read the label. “What is it with you and alcohol all
of a sudden? I thought you hated this stuff.”
“Not
anymore.” She grumbled snatching the bottle back from his hands and drinking
from it.
Spike
made a move to retrieve the object, but she clenched it against her chest as if
clinging to dear life itself.
“It’s
mine.” She grumbled, frowning and pouting at the same time.
God,
she looked to cute, flushed and… angry? She was angry. Why was she…
“Are
you jealous, pet?” He asked with a cocky smirk as realisation came to him.
Her
eyes instantly widened as if he had said the greatest of blasphemies. Her mouth
opened and closed a couple of time before she was able to stutter:
“J-jealous?
Me? Jealous? Of what?”
“Of
me and Dru.” He continued with that annoying smirk on his lips. Oh, how she
hated that stupid smirk.
“Dream
on, Brit-boy.” She snarled, gulping from the bottle.
“You’re
jealous…” He singsonged.
“And
you’ve lost it pal.” She drooled out.
He
smiled and tilted his head sideways as he came closer to her.
“Just
admit it, luv. You’re jealous… It’s only normal. I mean, being so close to me
these last few days… touching… kissing…” He had to stop to take in some air as
his own words started to bring back the memories of the past week.
Buffy
stepped back and he continued to close the distance between them until she felt
the edge of the kitchen counter rub against her back. She stared up at him and
felt her heart race as he set both hands on counter on either side of her,
successfully trapping her.
“Admit
that you felt jealous when you saw me and… Dru-“
The
simple mention of her name made her skin curl and gave her renewed strength.
She quickly pushed him away and stepped away from the counter.
“You’re
full of yourself, you know that? I would never, ever feel jealous of you. What
I don’t want is for people in school to think that my current boyfriend is
going behind my back to boink that skanky ho. Again!” She managed to word out
even though the room seemed to start turning around her.
“That’s
your problem?”
“You
bet it is. Everyone at the Bronze saw you and her doing… whatever you were
doing and I don’t really care. Except that everyone thinks that you’re my
boyfriend and I so don’t need the entire student body to give me the pity look.
I had enough of it last time. So you know what, Spike? This whole arrangement
we had going? “ She pointed at herself and then at him. “It’s over.”
“But-“
A hint of desperation started to build up inside of him.
“No
buts, you wanted Dru back, you’ve got her.” She snarled.
“I
don’t have her back.” He answered without thinking and Buffy felt her blood
start to boil.
“I
don’t care! That’s your problem; I’m not going to be made the fool. Forget it.”
She yelled as she tried to turn on her heels, but suddenly she seemed to lose
all balance and stumbled to the floor.
With
instant reflexes, he was able to grab her before she fell. His arms kept a
tight grip around her waist crushing her against his chest; the bottle of wine,
still in her hand, spilling against his shirt at the abrupt movement.
“Are
you ok?” True concern echoed in his voice.
She
shook her head slightly, closing her eyes for a brief second and then scrambled
away from him.
“I’m
fine.” She insisted, trying to keep her distance.
“Look,
Buffy… I didn’t mean to… Dru was just there…”
“I
don’t want to hear it. I told you, I’m out.” She insisted as the anger returned
in full force at the mention of the black-clad teen.
“But-“
“Just
leave, Spike!” She yelled slamming the bottle on the nearest available surface.
“I-“
“I’m
not gonna continue this stupid charade just because your ex is playing hard to
get. Get someone else to do it, cause I’m tired of it.”
“I
didn’t do anything.” He insisted raising his voice.
“You
were practically doing it on the dance floor!” She cried out as she waved her
hands in front of her.
“We
were just dancing.”
“Ok,
next time, I’ll ‘dance’ with Angel like that, see how it makes *you* feel.”
Buffy
never knew what hit her. She was being slammed against the refrigerator,
Spike’s angered body crashed against hers as her hands were pinned at her side,
near her shoulders.
“You
don’t go near him.” He hissed.
“Or
what?” She said breathless with a cocky tone, but deep inside she felt her
heart skip a few beats as she felt his left leg pushed between hers. “You’re
gonna do what?”
“Stay
away from him.” He warned her as anger flashed in his eyes.
“You
know what? I think I’ll go over there right now. I still look kinda cute, I
doubt that Angel would say no.” She grinned as she made a move to leave, but he
tightened his grip around her wrists.
“Don’t…”
He growled.
Raising
her chin and looking up at him she asked:
“Don’t
what? You gonna stop me?”
“Damn
right I am.” His voice was low and filled with rage.
“Doesn’t
feel good when you’re on the other side, does it… William?” She mocked cocking
up a perfectly shaped eyebrow as she instinctively rubbed her pelvis against
his. Her grin crumbled in a flash, eyes widened for a second as she felt
something hard pressing against her lower abdomen and before she could say
anything else he smashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.
Caught
by surprise, Buffy let out a muffled cry as his tongue pushed its way into her
mouth, forcing it open. She struggled for breath as his hands let go of her
wrists and started to frantically move over her entire body, pulling and pushing
at her clothes as he thrust his hips into hers. She felt his fingers finally
settle under her thighs, gripping them and pulling her up, her legs
instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her arms came to drape around his
neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head to deepen the urgent kiss.
They’re tongues battled for dominance, a series of hungry moans escaping the
two as they erratically tugged at each other.
She
felt him move, effortlessly carrying her with him. He settled her over the
counter and stretched his hand over the cold surface, sending its contents to
the floor. Buffy ignored the crashing noises as Spike spread her over the
counter, his body coming to hover over hers as they never stopped kissing.
Her
small trembling fingers curled around the lapels of his duster, pulling at it
until it was scattered on the floor. Her hands ran through his dishevelled hair
and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer as she continued
to hungrily kiss him. She gasped as she felt his fingers slide over the outside
of her thighs pushing her miniskirt higher, until it was bunched up around her
waist.
He
pressed hard against her, forcing her to lay back down, while her legs dangled
off the counter. His lips left hers to trace ravenous trails down her neck,
over her collarbone and down between her breasts where he nuzzled his face,
taking in her scent.
“God…”
He heard her mutter.
He
looked up to find her head thrown back, her neck exposed, her cheeks flushed;
her breath coming in rapid urgent pants. He stared blindly at her when a sharp
ringing sound pierced through their combined haze. She immediately looked up.
“What…?”
Her gaze alternated between the phone and the breathless boy still trapped
between her legs.
She
felt her heart race as realisation came to her. Without a word, she pushed him
out of the way, jumped off the counter and ran to the phone picking it up.
Chapter 19
She
nervously tugged at her miniskirt, pulling it downwards as she picked up the
receiver.
“Hello?
Oh, hi!” There was silence for a few seconds, her fingers tensely twirling
around the cord while she walked around in circles next to the phone.
Spike
leaned on the counter, his heart still racing, watching her from under an
apprehensive frown as he listened in on the conversation, trying to discern who
was on the other side of the line. He anxiously tapped his fingers on the white
surface; his gaze followed her closely while the memories of what had just
happened flashed before his eyes. ‘What
was that all about?’ he continuously asked himself. ‘Why did I…’ He couldn’t understand, but the simple thought of her
being anywhere near Angel, having him touch her… just made his stomach turn,
his skin curl; the way she had mocked him… He stood up straight as she started to
speak into the receiver after the long pause.
“Ok,
then… No, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Bye.” She waited a few moments, her mind
racing as she finally set the phone down.
She
really didn’t want to deal with this now, not with this or with… She finally
turned to see Spike, standing by the counter an anxious look on his face. ‘God, what did I do?’ She asked herself
as she swallowed hard and re-entered the tiled room. An awkward moment of
silence thickened the air between them, making it hard to breathe. Buffy’s gaze
erratically flew all over the place, trying to avoid meeting Spike’s eyes and
finally found what looked like her salvation – the bottle of wine. In a flash,
she reached for it and turning on her heels headed for the living room.
A
stunned black-clad teen soon followed her to find her sitting on the couch
taking a long gulp from the bottle.
“Hum…
Buffy?” He started.
She
wouldn’t look at him. Reaching for the remote, she turned on the TV and found
her new source of distraction.
“Buffy…”
He called again and this time she was forced to look up.
Her
eyes were flooded in a dazed sparkle, giving them a glassy drunken aspect.
“Yeah?”
She drooled.
He
didn’t know what to do. Was he supposed to say something about the scorching
grope fest in the kitchen or was he just supposed to ignore it? Judging from
the scared look on her face, he assumed she’d prefer the latter. Slowly, he
moved to the couch and sat down.
“So…
who was that?”
Buffy
felt something tug at her heart at his question. ‘So the plan is to ignore what just happened?’ She asked herself.
“Hum…”
She struggled with the words as the alcohol started swimming around in her
brain. “My mom.” She answered, turning back to the TV. ‘You want to ignore it? Fine, I’ll ignore it.’ She shouted in her
mind as the anger started brewing in her stomach.
“She
went out tonight?” Spike asked as he noticed for the first time Mrs. Summers’
absence from the household.
Buffy
nodded and refused to speak as she took another gulp from the bottle.
“She
called to check up on you, huh?” He continued to question. Someone had to make
conversation, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to stay alone in
a room with her in silence.
Another
mindless nod, followed by a long gulp from the bottle.
“You’re
out on the piss tonight aren’t you?” He asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
At
this she frowned and looked at him.
“You’re
trying to get drunk, aren’t you?”
“You
think?” She said cocking up her eyebrow and returning her attention to the
television set.
“Luv,
you really shouldn’t be drinking like this. You’re not used to it.” He tried to
warn her.
Her
answer came as she tilted the bottle once again and swallowed a few more gulps
of its content. Angrily, he reached for the green bottle and yanked it out of
her hands. She immediately jumped up in protest, her arms waving it the air as
she tried to retrieve it.
“Hey,
give it back. It’s…” She began to stand up, to try and catch up to him and
suddenly the entire room started to circle around her. She blinked a couple of
times and then dropped like a stone on the couch, clinging to her aching head.
“Oh… oh…. This is not good… Why is the whole room moving?” She asked with a
liquid voice as she tried to focus on something but failed.
“Because
you’re completely sloshed.” He answered as he set the bottle down on the coffee
table and came down to sit next to her once more.
His
hands settled on each side of her head, under her ears, framing her flushed
face as he watched her blink wildly and cringe.
“I
don’t like this.” She whined.
“It’s
gonna be ok. You just need some coffee.” He explained as he moved to leave the
room.
Her
fingers instantly curled around his duster, pulling him to her.
“No!
Don’t! Don’t leave me!” She begged panicky.
“I’ll
be right back I’m just going to the kitchen to get you some…”
He
trailed off as he watched her vehemently shake her head.
“No.
I don’t wanna be alone. This is…” She stopped in mid sentence as she felt
something quickly crawl its way up her oesophagus. “Oh, I think I’m gonna be-“
She
wasn’t able to finish her sentence as her mouth went wide open and she vomited
all over Spike.
The
Brit froze when he saw the greenish slobber plastered all over his favourite
piece of clothing. The anger and disgust soon disappeared as he saw the
distraught look on the petite blonde’s face.
“Oh
God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” She begged, her hand resting on her mouth.
“It’s
ok, it’s ok.” He lied as he quickly took off his duster and balled it up so
that the vomit wouldn’t spread to the couch.
He
let out a sigh as he saw the stains on his shirt and without another thought
quickly discarded it too, leaving him in a black t-shirt and equally black
jeans. His attention was back on Buffy, who was now sprawled on the couch; her
facial muscles cringed up in a painful expression. His arms circled around her
slender form and carried as he walked up the stairs. He stood in the corridor
for a few seconds, debating over which door lead to the bathroom. He followed
his most logical guess and chose the door at the end of the hall.
He
opened it and after some struggling managed to find the light switch. The room
lit up to reveal the white tiled bathroom.
“Luv…”
He called her.
“Hum... She mumbled semi-conscious.
“You’ve
got to hold onto me so I can get you cleaned up.”
She
nodded and flung her arm around his neck, partially supporting herself as he
turned on the faucet. Buffy jumped up as the cool water splashed against her
face, causing her to cough a bit. She soon calmed down and he was able to run
his wet hand over her mouth and cheeks, in an attempt to get her cleaned. His
fingers slowly managed to get most of the green coloured vomit off her face and
then proceeded with washing her neck. After a few minutes she was clean and he
could tell that she was a bit more awake as she started to mumble something
incomprehensible.
“You’ll
be fine.” He reassured her.
But
she continued to murmur something and soon tears began to thread down her
flushed cheeks.
“Oh,
God please don’t cry…” He begged awkwardly as he set her down on the toilet.
But
she wouldn’t indulge him as she rested her head in her hands and suddenly burst
out in loud and painful crying session.
“Please…
don’t… I can’t stand to see girls… Please…” As he kneeled down beside her his
hands suddenly seemed nothing more than embarrassing appendages as he struggled
to figure out where to put them. They hovered over her shoulders, her arms, her
legs and back up to her hair to finally awkwardly tap her on the head, in a
typically male version of a comforting caress.
“Why…”
Hiccup “ are you” hiccup “hitting meeeee?” She whined in a
babyish tone, looking down on him with blood-shot eyes.
“I-I…”
He tried to explain, but it was no use as she returned to her crying. “Luv… wha-what’s
wrong?” He asked, deciding it was best not to touch her at all.
“Everythiiiiing.”
She bellowed.
“Oh,
come on… It can’t be that-“
“My
mom is boinking an idiot.” She whined as another onslaught of
tears took over.
Taken
by surprise, it took a few seconds for Spike to react, but eventually he
managed to stutter:
“Sh-she’s
going out on a date, that doesn’t mean she’s…” He made a face as the mental
picture flashed before his eyes causing his facial muscles to contract. “… boinking
anyone.”
“Yes,
she is.” She insisted between hiccups and snivels. “She was wearing make up.”
His
scarred eyebrow cocked up as he thought: ‘And…?’
“And
she just called saying she was going to be very late and-and…” She inhaled
sharply as the tears continued to travel down her face. “…and she said if I
needed anything for lunch tomorrow I could just order pizzaaaaaaa.”
And once more she was down the path of loud howls and incessant moans.
“Oh…”
He noted giving her a sorry look. “Well… M-my da has
been going out on a lot of dates too lately… it-it’s only natural for divorced
or widowed grown-ups to… you know…” He had to swallow hard to stop himself from
heaving at the idea of his father ever having sex.
“Not
my mom!” She bellowed, covering her face with her hands as she burst into tears.
“Hum…
pet… please… just calm down… it’s…” It was no use, she wouldn’t stop.
Awkwardly,
he straightened up, still on his knees and brought his arms around her, giving
her a light tap on her back.
“There,
there…” He murmured uncomfortably. God, he hated seeing women cry.
Slowly,
she relaxed in his arms and eventually slumped off the toilet to sit on the
floor, still wrapped up in his arms, her moist face buried in his t-shirt. He
heard her mumble and snivel as she wiped her eyes and nose on the black fabric.
“Go
ahead… It’s not my favourite anyway.” He spurred her on as he ran his hand over
her hair.
“My…”
“What’s
that, luv?” He asked pulling her to look up at him.
They
stared at each other for a few seconds before she burst out.
“My
mom is having sex… Buaaaa!” And
her face was once again buried in his chest.
“It’s
ok… It’s gonna be fine.” He reassured her. “It’s normal. You knew this would
eventually-“
“No!”
She suddenly, sat up straight. “You’re not listening!”
“Tell
me then.”
“My
mom is having sex…” She paused as she tried to push back the tears and finally
burst out: “… And I’m not!” She protested with a loud cry as she continued to
sob uncontrollably.
“Oh!”
The bleached teen raised his eyebrows at the realisation as her face fell with
a dull thud against his chest.
She
cried and sniffed for a while longer, until she calmed down and was able to
slowly sit up straight; her hands coming to wipe away the tears. They sat in
silence, till Buffy broke it with a ghostly whisper:
“Am
I repulsive?”
“What?!”
He asked amazed.
“Am
I repulsive?” She repeated.
“Of
course not. What… Why would you say that?”
“Then
why… doesn’t Angel… want me anymore?” She managed to blurt out between sniffs
and hiccups.
“Cause
he’s an idiot.” Was Spike’s direct response as his hands came to push her hair
behind her ear.
She
seemed calmer, but suddenly, her expression changed, turning hard and cold.
“What
do you know?” She grumbled as she stumbled to her feet and zigzagged her way
down the hall.
“What
do you mean?” He asked as he quickly followed her into her room.
He
jumped back a little as she unexpectedly turned on her heels and faced him.
“You’re
obsessed with that skinny vapid ho too.” She snapped.
At
his confused expression she continued:
“All
of a sudden every guy seems to be head over heels for that black haired witch.”
She waved her arms in the air. “What does she have that I don’t?”
Spike
tilted his head and gave her light smile.
“You’re
jealous of Dru?”
“I.
Am. Not. Jealous of that skanky ho!” She insisted, crossing her arms over her
chest and flopping onto the edge of her bed.
Soon,
her pout grew and, as the alcohol continued to heighten her emotions, she
restarted crying.
“Luv…
Come on… Not again.” He begged falling on his knees in front of her.
“Why
doesn’t Angel want me anymore?” She whined.
He
felt his stomach turn at the mention of the quarterback’s name. Why was she so
worried about him? God, he felt like strangling him.
“I’m
ugly.” She concluded.
“No,
you’re not!” He countered. “How can you think that? God, Summers do you have
any idea just how beautiful you are?” He didn’t even seem to be talking to her
anymore as he stared blindly at her face, his fingers coming to brush over her
cheeks. “You’re amazing and…” He sighed audibly as he saw her pout. “God, you
drive me insane every time you to that.”
“What?”
She frowned.
“When
you pout. Jutting out that lower lip…”
“Angel
liked it too.” She replied absentmindedly.
That
was it! His blood started rushing to his face as the anger boiled up inside of
him.
“Will
you just forget about that wanker for one bleeding second, damn
it?” He growled standing up and pacing around the room in front of her.
She
frowned, a drunken look still on her face, giving her a semi-idiotic expression.
“Why
are you so angry all of a sudden?” She grumbled with a frown, following him
with her gaze. “Will you stop walking around in circles? You’re making me
dizzy.” She protested shaking her head a bit and blinking.
“Why
are you so worried about what Angel thinks?” He tried to control his emotions
as he came to an abrupt stop in front of her.
“I
don’t worry about what-“
“Bollocks!
The whole time, you’re going on about how Angel doesn’t want you anymore, how
you think you’re ugly because he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about you. What is it
with you women? You only like men that are complete wankers.
Are you masochists or something? A guy devotes all of his attention to you and
you go behind his back to boink the person he hates the most and when he ignores
you, you immediately want him back.” He let his arms fall limply at his sides
as he finished his ramblings.
Buffy
simply continued to frown sheepishly as she felt her entire body go numb from
the alcohol in her system.
“You
need some serious anger management classes, you know that right?” She mumbled.
“I
need to get you bloody bints out of my head, that’s what I need.” He protested.
“You
could always turn gay.” She offered. “You already know that my mom has no
problem with it.”
Spike
gave her a fake smile while Buffy cringed at the memory of her mother… Soon the
tears started to fall again as the depression phase of her drunken state kicked
in once more.
“Oh,
will you just quit it?” He growled.
“No,
I will not, you insensitive pig!” She shouted at him, throwing herself back on
her bed and curling up into the foetal position.
He
felt a pang of regret in his heart.
“Oh…
Luv… I’m sorry… I didn’t… Please…” He pleaded as he came to the left side of
the bed and kneeled down next to it. “Look… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout…
Please, don’t cry.”
She
never answered him, simply turning her back to him. He sighed and slowly stood
up to sit on the bed, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder.
“Pet…
I’m sorry I didn’t-“
“Stop
calling me that!” She finally yelled, curling up further.
“I’m
sorry… I didn’t…” He continued to beg as he lay down beside her, propping his
head on one hand, while the other gently brushed over Buffy’s naked arm.
She
didn’t make a move to push him away, standing still as he caressed her skin.
“It’s
gonna be ok… Don’t worry.” He whispered smoothly in her ear.
Sluggishly,
she turned around to face him and without a word snuggled up against his chest.
He froze for a second but soon relaxed, bringing his arm around her and pulling
her closer. He slowly rocked her; sleep creeping up on him when her soft voice
broke through the fog that engulfed his mind.
“What’s
that, luv?”
“Did
you really mean it?” she repeated.
“Mean
what?”
“That
you thought I was amazing?” She asked in a low voice, looking up at him from
his chest.
“You’re
amazing, Summers.” He answered with a half smile.
“Do
you think I’m cute?” She questioned with a pout, innocently blinking her eyes a
couple of times.
“You’re
gorgeous.” He replied.
She
smiled at that, resting her head back on his chest for a while before looking
up at him. His eyes were semi-closed as slumber started to take over him again.
With one arm draped along the length of the headboard, the other protectively
thrown around her he drifted into sleep.
His
heart started to race though, as he felt something warm brush over the nape of
his neck, a small hand curling around his waist to reach his back and worm its
way under his t-shirt, thin legs pressing between his as she moved it under his
arm.
He
opened his eyes to find her nipping and kissing his neck and quickly closed
them at the intense sensation that cursed through his veins. He gasped as she
moved up and brushed her mouth against his, her hands pushing him onto his back
and she crawled over him.
Her
right leg moved over his stomach to settle on the other side, next to his
thigh, while her tongue snaked its way into his mouth; the mint taste of the
mouthwash and a hint alcohol spilling through. He let out a deep groan as she
finally straddled him, putting all her weight over his, her hair cascading
around his face to gently caress him.
Her
hand continued to explore under his t-shirt, pressing hard against the contours
of his abdominal muscles as it made its way down south, over his navel.
“Wha…”
The words caught in his throat as her tiny fingers slipped under the waistband
of his jeans and fondled the mass of curls beneath before finding their goal.
“Ah…” He gasped as she carefully encircled him and began pumping while her lips
parted to kiss him once again.
He rolled
his eyed back in their sockets at the feel on her caressing him.
“Luv…”
He started as she kissed her way down his check to his earlobe.
“Don’t…
Call me that.” She gasped.
“What
are you… ah…” He stopped in mid sentence as she squeezed him tighter. “…Doing?
Please… Stop… we… Oh, God!”
He
felt her smile against his neck at his broken voice and it seemed to give him
enough strength to grab her by her wrist.
“Please…
We can’t do this.” He breathed as his other hand dug into her hair and pulled
her up to face him.
“Why
not?” She pouted. “Don’t you want it?”
“God,
you have no idea how much!” He gasped and she began the pumping movements with
her right hand again.
“Good!”
She smiled and dove for his earlobe, taking it into her mouth to nibble at it.
“Please…
stop… you’re drunk… you don’t know… Ah!” He inhaled sharply as she gave him
another light squeeze.
He
seemed completely lost as she let go of him and proceeded with unbuckling his
belt and then working on the buttons of his jeans until they were all undone.
She
felt herself blush as she looked downwards at his crotch. The innocent smile
that spread over her lips almost did him in. She looked breathtaking all
flushed and sweaty, her dishevelled hair cascading around her. God, he wanted
her so much.
“Pet…”
He managed to whisper as he gathered all of his strength, but it seemed to
crumble apart when she looked up at him. “We… can’t do this.”
Her
answer was to reach into his pants once again, only this time he was fast
enough to grab her and stop her.
“You’re
drunk, pet. I don’t wanna do this this way. Not like this.” He
breathed.
“You
don’t want me?” She pouted.
“More
than anything. But not like this.”
Suddenly,
anger flashed before her eyes and she was up and off him in a second.
“Get
out!” She shouted with her back towards him.
He
sat up and reached for her, lightly caressing her back and she snapped.
“Get
out!” She yelled off the top of her lungs.
“Luv…”
With
anger raving through her veins she stood up and flung the door open as she
hissed between clenched teeth:
“Get
out. Now.”
Head bowed, he stood up and dragged his feet
across the floor until he reached the hall and heard the door slam in his back.
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