Spike clicked the television off when he heard the front door open. He turned
his head and smiled as Buffy bounded into view. Her short khaki skirt gave him
an exceptional view of her legs and her pink shirt clung tightly around her
breasts and Spike licked his lips in anticipation. No sex was the order of the
day but that didn’t mean they couldn’t indulge in a little fun.
He stood to pull her against him and was leaning in to kiss her when…
“Hi Spike,” Dawn said.
His head snapped up and he started to growl, but forced a smile when he saw the younger Summers’ sibling. His afternoon plans were thrown out the door completely when he noticed Giles bringing up the rear. He bit back the sarcastic retort forming on his lips and offered a half-hearted hello instead.
“Sorry, Spike, Giles and I need to go over some training maneuvers,” Buffy said, her fingers tickling his side while she grinned at him. “And I was wondering if you’d watch Dawn while we’re busy.”
“Of course I will,” Spike replied, smiling at the teenager who was trying her best to look more grown up for him. He knew Dawn had a crush on him and he reveled in the knowledge that he had won her long standing affections away from Xander. “We can play some gin and maybe I can win her allowance away from her.”
“Sorry already spent it,” Dawn answered, heading for the kitchen. “Okay if I grab a soda?”
“Just one,” Buffy called after her then turned to Spike. “Don’t let her get full on junk food. Mom has to go on some business dinner so it’s going to be pizza tonight.”
Spike nodded like a good boy and quickly dismissed the order from his mind. There was nothing better for a growing girl than junk and besides if she couldn’t have it then neither could he. Buffy patted his stomach and headed for the bedroom, presumably to change and he tossed Giles the remote.
“Be right back,” Spike said. “Need to check on something with Buffy.”
Stepping into the bedroom, his gaze landed on Buffy pulling her shirt over her head. Her skirt was already on the bed and he felt the rush of arousal at the sight of his Slayer dressed in her knickers and bra. With a growl he pulled her back and she wiggled her bottom against his crotch as he wrapped his arms around her.
“You’re going to get us both in trouble,” he chided, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of those so small pink panties and right into his idea of heaven. Her small whimper didn’t in any way encourage him to stop so he tousled her curls before dividing and searching. “Your little sis is out there and so is Watcher man. We could get caught.” But she only moved one foot onto the railing of the bed giving him better access to her. “Maybe Buffy wants to be bad,” he whispered as his index finger circled her clit.
“Uh huh,” Buffy moaned, wrapping a hand around his wrist to keep him where he was. “I’ve missed the way you make me feel.”
With a last look over his shoulder at the closed door, he hugged her tighter. A quick finger fuck wasn’t what he had intended but it was better than nothing. It also meant later when everyone else was gone; Buffy would be inclined to reciprocate. Her head fell back on his shoulder and he took advantage of her seemingly acquiesce to his games by flicking open her bra. His hand molded itself to the luscious mound, squeezing and massaging it before rolling the nipple between his fingers. His other hand was still buried between her legs, teasing and coaxing her along.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Spike,” Dawn called, “are you coming or what? I’ve got the cards and stuff on the table.”
“Was trying to get someone to cum,” Spike muttered and watched Buffy slip away to the bathroom. “Be right there Dawn. I just needed to check with big sis on something.”
The bathroom door was closed and Spike knew that fun time was over. He shrugged, licked his fingers before pulling his jeans down and realized that wasn’t going to help cover his obvious reaction to Buffy. Not with Miss Nothing Escapes My Attention out there and grabbed one of Angel’s shirts and pulled it on. It wasn’t perfect but it would do and with one last look around made his way to the kitchen.
Dawn was sitting at the kitchen table and shuffling the cards. Spike grabbed some chips and a mug of blood before sitting across from her. He ripped the bag open and offered the first grab to Dawn.
“Buffy said…”
“Now, Buffy isn’t here, is she? She’s off with Giles doing highly important learning to balance on her head stuff and won’t know the difference. Just don’t get sick and eat the pizza when it gets here.”
Who said he couldn’t be the responsible babysitter? The first time Buffy suggested that he watch the kid, Joyce had almost been beside herself having a conniption about it. But everyone had been in a bind so Mom had given in after many dire warnings to his future wellbeing. He had proven that Dawn was perfectly safe with him. And as long as she kept her mouth shut than he would continue to be the preferred sitter. No one else needed to know about the ‘R’ movies, the tales of vampire days, and the eating of much junk. It wasn’t like he was letting her do anything that was really bad just giving her enough freedom so she would behave when she was under his care.
The girl’s eyes opened wide for a second before grabbing a handful. “Do you all have more of that dip?”
“In the fridge, ‘lil bit.”
Spike took over the cards and shuffled them again before dealing. For a few minutes they ate the chips and dip and played gin rummy with Spike letting Dawn win.
“Spike, is Buffy a bad girl?”
”Who said that?” Spike asked, frowning.
“Mrs. O’Grady. She works with Mom down at the gallery.” Dawn explained, laying down some cards. “I overheard her talking to someone else and she said that Buffy wasn’t a nice girl because she lives with two guys.”
“That’s bleedin’ rubbish, Buffy is just fine.”
“She said that Buffy was overcompensating for the fact that our father isn’t around. That she needs one of you to be her boyfriend and one to be a Daddy figure.”
“You lost,” Spike said, gathering up the cards. “Look, it’s an unusual relationship but it works for us and some people aren’t going to understand it. Do you think it’s weird?”
Dawn laughed, “No, it’s cool actually.”
“Then, don’t let close minded twits bother you about it.”
A couple of hands later, Dawn looked back up at him.
“Did Buffy tell you about the magic shop?”
Spike shook his head as he dealt out the next hand.
“We went there today to get some books they needed for training,” Dawn took a deep breath indicating this was going to come out all in one rush, “got to ride in Giles’ new convertible and we ran into Willow and Tara. But when we got to the shop the owner was dead. So, gross and I only got a glimpse before they rushed me outside. I think it was vampires.”
“Seems to happen a lot in this town,” Spike commented as he sorted through his cards. “Did Buffy say she was going to do some extra patrolling or something?”
“Yeah, she said she was going looking for the new gang tonight.” Dawn answered, laying down her first play. “Is there something wrong with me?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw Dawn fidget nervously with her cards. Whatever it was had upset her and he sat up a little straighter.
“Where did you get that idea, Niblet?”
Dawn looked up at him, her green eyes filled with confusion and doubt, more than the usual teenage angst. Just as quickly she glanced away and squirmed in her seat. Spike waited knowing that when she was ready she’d talk. It didn’t take but a few moments more before she met his eyes again.
“There was this crazy guy outside the Magic Box. He was talking really off the wall, said he was a cat and there was something about curds and whey,” Dawn paused, looking down at her hands, “he said he knew who I was and that I didn’t belong.”
Wishing he was comfortable enough to hug the girl, Spike leaned closer over the table. He didn’t understand why humans had to be so cruel to one another. In less than an hour he had been told about two different people picking on his girls and he wanted a chance to let his demon loose on both of them. He sighed and caught the tear that was hanging on Dawn’s chin.
“Don’t let people get to you. The guy was obviously a lunatic and had no clue what he was talking about. I think you’re perfect and I should know being perfect myself. And who are you going to believe some mad blind fool or me?”
Spike smiled at her and tried to project the protective older brother vibe to give comfort. He didn’t find out if was working or not because Buffy chose that moment to return. Her arms crossed over her middle and her foot started tapping as she surveyed the chips on the table.
“Fine, filled up on junk food, so I guess it’s veggie pizza tonight,” Buffy pronounced, her hand lifting in defiance over the moaning protests coming from the table. “Don’t want to listen to me then you will pay the price.”
Spike winked at Dawn, waggled his eyebrows and stood. He eyed the Slayer and slowly stalked toward her. Buffy tried to stare him down but when it was apparent it wasn’t going to work, she squealed and took off at a run. The halls of the mansion thundered with the sound of a Slayer, vampire and teenage girl as they played tag, well at least until the pizzas arrived; one veggie, one with pepperoni and a double order of wings for the vampire who knew how to get what he wanted.
Spike pulled the corner of the sheet off the bed and sighed because Buffy was still sleeping on the other side. He leaned over and smacked her nicely rounded ass that was draped invitingly over a pillow.
“Come on, Baby, it’s time to get up,” Spike said. “Angel is on his way.”
“Mmmh, just a couple of more minutes,” Buffy muttered, her hand patting behind her until she found the comforter and pulled it over her head.
Pulling the bottom corner free, Spike walked over to Buffy’s side of the bed and freed the sheet completely.
“You need to get up and get ready.”
Buffy only burrowed further into the bed, unwilling to get up, so Spike folded the sheet over her and lifted.
“Hey, come on, I just want a couple of minutes…oomph,” Buffy exclaimed as she was deposited on the floor with the dirty bed clothes.
Spike noticed her peeking out at him as he threw the new red silk sheets over the bed and after giving her a fierce scowl she darted back into the pile. Knowing that her stubbornness was legendary, especially after being on the receiving end of it, Spike waited until after he had made the bed to approach her again. After smoothing down all the wrinkles and dragging the oriental designed shawls over it he made his way over to the mound. Sighing, he peeled back the layers until he found the petite girl curled into a fetal position in the middle.
“What’s going on?” Spike asked as she glanced up at him and stretched out on her stomach. Taking advantage of her new position, he made himself comfortable by using her bottom as a seat. “Why are you being all avoidy girl?”
Buffy giggled as he had intended. She pushed up and he shifted his weight to his legs so she could roll over and settled again on her stomach.
“Avoidy girl?” Buffy asked, her hands running up his legs. “Have you decided to come down to the level of the rest of us children?” She pulled her eyes away from his as her hands stopped over his zipper.
“You are not a child,” Spike said, grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head. He brought his face to hers until they were nose to nose. “Much too sexy to be a child. ‘Sides you are about to be nineteen which means you are definitely a woman.” He dropped a quick hard kiss on her lips. “So, are you going to talk or do I have to get violent to get an answer out of you?”
“Is that what you want?” Buffy asked her voice dropping to a mere whisper. There was a slight flush to her cheek and Spike pulled back and tilted his head as he contemplated her question. He lay down next to her, his head resting in one hand while resting the other on her stomach.
“Do I want to get violent with you?” Spike asked trying to establish where this was coming from. “Have I ever…well, besides that one time, even suggested such a thing?”
Buffy turned onto her side, facing him, her small face earnest as she searched his for answers.
“You and Angel have been making these jokes about…about Buffy sandwiches and me in leather and using whips. Is that what the two of you are expecting?”
Spike laughed from somewhere deep in his belly at the visual of Buffy being a dominatrix and when she tried to stand he pulled her back down. Holding her tight, he rolled onto his back with her sprawled over him.
“It’s not you,” he squeaked out between the laughter. “Oh my God, we were joking, pet, joking. I’d be petrified to have you use a whip on me.” He caught her wrist before she could smack him and kissed the palm. Turning serious, he gazed up into those hazel eyes still clouded, “Buffy, there are games, sexual games that involve pain that Angel and I were involved in another life and maybe under certain circumstances might enjoy again being vampires and all.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “We vampires being the violent lot that we are need to get into a spot of it now and then to be happy but it’s not something you need to be involved in, if you don’t want. Okay?”
Buffy nodded, her lips curving into a smile and he pulled her down to whisper into her ear.
“Admit it, girl, the thought of being all naked and sweaty between Angel and me makes you all hot and bothered, doesn’t it?” He hugged her tight when she giggled and nodded shyly with her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. Sometimes it was hard to remember that she was still innocent in a lot of ways because she had become so uninhibited around them. But then again their roles had been clearly defined and she had been able to relax knowing exactly what was and wasn’t going to happen between them. They were taking her to a whole new level of sexual awareness by anchoring Angel’s soul and he hoped that she would trust them enough to know that nothing would be done without love and her consent.
“Spike?” Buffy asked, rising up on her elbows to peer down at him. “Does it bother you at all, about Angel and me, you know being able to do it?”
“Yeah, some, but I know that you both love me so I’m going to try not to let it bother me,” Spike said, trying to be honest. “I have a feeling though that when you two actually have sex it might be a whole other story.” He pushed her hair behind her before cupping her face. “I was going to ask you if you would do me a favor.”
“Of course.”
“Tonight or whenever this happens, I was wondering if…I know that you and Angel have been waiting forever but,” Spike said, took a deep unneeded breath to calm his nerves, “If I could have Angel first. I figured us being guys and all, we would probably be all rough and tumble the first time and then the second time we could be all soft and loving for you.”
Spike was nervous about Buffy and Angel being able to make love after all these years. What if they realized that they did want it to be just the two of them? That they would see they didn’t need or want him anymore. He was hoping that if he had a chance to be with Angel that he could remind his Sire how much he loved him. And he also knew that by them being first it would take pressure off of Buffy.
Buffy’s lips met his in a soft and gentle kiss that showed her awareness of his insecurity and he relaxed. Her understanding of his needs sometimes amazed him. A lot of the time she was wrapped up in the busyness that was her life and ignored him but when he was feeling insecure and alone somehow she was there. And he knew the more that he gave to her the more she gave back. It was like watching a flower blossom in front of his eyes. Spike just hoped that the delicate bloom wouldn’t be crushed in the harsh reality of life.
“I love you, Spike and if that’s what you want it’s fine with me.”
“Thanks, Luv,” Spike said, tickling her and rolling her onto her back again. Their lips met in a fiery kiss that gave all the promises of the night they were looking forward to. It was only when the phone rang saying Angel was pulling off the highway that they broke apart and Buffy ran for the shower.
Angel pulled the car under the shaded awning outside the ballroom. Grabbing his bag he slid out of the passenger door and hurried into the house. He was in a state of contradiction emotionally. Part of him was relieved to be home and part of him wondered if he had been missed while he was gone. He could hear the sound of Buffy laughing as he crossed the floor and as he strained to hear Spike, the double doors were flung open and Buffy was running toward him. He dropped his bag and caught her as she jumped at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and kisses were rained on his face and neck. He hugged her and smiled at Spike as he joined them. Buffy draped an arm around Spike so that she was held up by both of them allowing the two men the opportunity to kiss hello.
It was good to be home as his mates dragged him into the house and into his bedroom. Stunned, he stopped in the door of the room and took in all that Spike had done. The bed was made with new sheets; there were candles on every surface, including ones that were in tall floor holders next to the bed. The room held the scent of spices and musk and he moved to check out the assorted bottles on the nightstand. They were massage oils in different fragrances and he sniffed at a couple before putting them down.
“Thank you,” Angel said, pulling Spike to him. He didn’t even think of Buffy because this had the trademark of the vampire in his arms. Sensual and passionate. Watching the nuances on Spike’s face he slowly pulled him into a kiss. The cool lips molded to his and he took his time, moving over them, tracing them with his tongue before darting in to tangle with his. He could taste Buffy on them and it was like kissing them both.
Buffy had disappeared by the time they separated and Angel looked around.
“What’s up with her?’
“She’s a little nervous,” Spike said. “And maybe a little hurt because she did help me with the shopping.”
“Oh,” Angel answered, turning to find Buffy.
She was in the kitchen washing dishes. Angel wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.
“Thank you,” Angel whispered. “I’m sorry about not doing it sooner.”
When she turned around, he kissed her, tangling his hand in her hair to keep her close. Pushing her into the counter, Angel leaned his body over hers so that he could feel every curve against him. She was wearing clothes that screamed don’t touch me but the long denim skirt and bulky sweater only intrigued him and he let a hand slip underneath of it. He encountered her silk covered torso and followed it up to cup a breast, massaging and stroking it.
“It’s going to be so good,” Angel murmured into her ear before nipping it. “I love you so much and I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
“Me too,” Buffy whispered holding onto him.
There was reservation in her voice and it made Angel think twice. Spike had said she was nervous and it bothered him that she didn’t appear to be as excited about the prospect of making love to him as he was with her. He forced himself to temper his passion and remember the doubts he had when the issue was first raised. That he was the one who had known that she would be uncomfortable with making love to them both and he pulled her close to him.
“It’s going to be okay, Buffy,” Angel said, pulling her into a tight hug. “Remember I love you and I’ve waited this long so it’s when you’re comfortable and want it.”
It was the hardest thing he had ever said but he knew it was the right thing to do because he did love her and wanted her to be happy. It was going to be torture to be able to touch her and be denied the right while Spike still made love to her. And as the doubts and insecurities ran through them, he couldn’t help but wonder again if they had made the right choice.
