Ice
Something or someone was in
his bedroom. Keeping his eyes closed, Spike forced his body awake enough to
focus his senses on what was moving toward him. He smiled. It was Buffy.
“Hello, pet,” Spike
whispered, grabbing her and rolling until she was tucked underneath of him.
“Get lonely, horny or just miss me?”
“Where were you tonight?”
She asked accusingly. Her hands pushed at his bare chest with not enough
pressure to dislodge even a small child.
“Ah, you missed me,” Spike
said, chuckling.
“Humph, needed you. There
was a nest of vamps out in Groveland.”
“Did you get hurt?”
Suddenly he was concerned.
His hands flew over her body looking for any injuries.
“Just a
little sore. I got tossed against
a wall.”
His fingers threaded her
hair, pulling apart her ponytail as he searched for any bumps. There was one.
He sighed when he felt the almond size bump on her head. He should have been
there. The thought of losing her permanently caused more pain than the fact she
wouldn’t tell her friends about them.
“Make yourself comfortable.
I’ll be right back,” he whispered. He kissed her quickly. He stood to light a
few candles for her then headed for the refrigerator on the upper level of his
crypt. He wrapped a few ice cubes in a towel before returning to his bedroom.
Buffy was naked, stretched
out on his bed on her stomach. She was watching him as he made his way toward
her. It was times like this that he really wished they were in a relationship.
That she loved him as much as he loved her. But he was getting used to being
used. Anything she needed and he would be there.
Spike sat beside her,
brushing aside her hair and putting the cold compress on her neck. She murmured
her pleasure.
“You’re welcome,” Spike
whispered. “You’re right I should have been there.”
“What were you doing?”
There was no way he could
tell her that he was trying to make her miss him. So, he mumbled an excuse
about meeting up with Clem.
“It’s not as much fun when
you’re not there,” Buffy confessed. “Come lie here. I can’t see you.”
Her lower lip was stuck out
in a delicious pout. It was a gesture that she knew he couldn’t resist. He
stretched out beside her. Their faces only inches apart on the pillow. She
smiled at him, letting her finger drift across his lips.
“This is perfect,” Buffy
whispered. “Except for…” She grinned at him.
“Except
for what?”
“I need some low fat yogurt.
The perfect after patrol snack.”
“Oh, no, I’m not making a
middle of the night run to feed your stomach.”
“Please.”
She sounded like a little
girl.
“I’ve got leftover wings and
pizza if you want that.”
“Eew,
I’ll get fat.”
He ran a hand across her
bottom and upper thighs. They were perfect without blemish and almost too thin.
“You’re beautiful,” he
whispered reverently.
“Thank you. Okay, pizza.
Would you warm it up?”
Spike rolled his eyes.
“Sure, anything else you want?”
“Well, some cold water to
drink would be nice,” Buffy said, tapping her finger against her lips. “And
then a hot bath…”
“Hey, I’m not the Ritz here.
You’ll get what you get.”
“I’m sure I will,” Buffy
purred. She reached out and stroked his cock. “Hurry up and feed me.”
With that incentive, Spike
hurried back upstairs to fix her a plate of leftover pizza and grabbed a can of
diet soda for her.
“I’m back….and you’re sound
asleep.”
He smiled and put the plate
and can on the dresser. He crawled into bed next to her, pulling the blanket
over them both. Buffy turned to curl up beside him. She dislodged her ice pack
but he picked it up to hold in place for her. It wasn’t perfect but for now it
was okay. She was with him.
~~the end~~
