Chapter 25 – Sparkling Conversations
Her parent’s apartment was
filled with activity as her friends packed up her belongings. On the way there
Buffy and Spike had stopped to pick up Angel for help. He’d insisted he wasn’t
doing it all and had called everyone else for assistance. Now while her friends
packed up her room Buffy sat on the edge of her parent’s bed facing her mother
while Spike had meekly followed her father somewhere for a talk. A thud sounded
somewhere in the building and Buffy hoped Spike was all right.
“Are you sure this is what
you want, Buffy?” Joyce asked. “He isn’t coercing you into doing anything that
you don’t want to do?”
Buffy smiled. “You’ve been
listening to Dad too much.”
“I know that you love him
but does he love you?”
Why did she have to ask
that? Of all the questions she could have asked like ‘Are you happy?’, ‘Does he
make you feel safe?’ or even ‘Have you had sex yet?’, she just had to ask the
toughest one. The others were easy to answer, ‘yes’, ‘yes’, and ‘no, not yet’.
Sometimes she thought he loved her and sometimes when he held her she felt
loved but did that make him love her? It was something she didn’t know, only he did and he wasn’t sharing. So, she sighed and
looked into her mother’s eyes.
“He makes me happy.”
“Last night when you went to
work you were saying that you were breaking up with him,” Joyce said sternly.
“You come home, announce you’re going to a motel with him again, you call us
and say you’re going to break it off after class then you walk in here and
announce you’re living together. Sorry, but I’m really confused on how and why he
makes you happy.”
Buffy didn’t know it but a
smile tilted the corners of her lips as she thought of the ways that Spike did
make her happy. It was a hundred different things that she remembered once she
quit fighting it. In the space of only an hour after giving in he’d reminded
her why she’d fallen in the first place. It was the way his eyes lit up when
she walked in the room, the way he played gentleman by opening doors for her,
the roses and the champagne he’d gotten for them to celebrate with. It was the
way he’d held her, reassuring her that he was still willing to wait for sex
until she was ready even with the new arrangement. There were too many ways to
count and she blushed as she looked down at her hands.
“There’s a lot of ways,
Mom,” Buffy said, glancing at her mother before looking away again. “He’s good
to me and,” she held her hand up, “yeah, there’s still a lot to work out. But
that’s what I want to do, work it out.”
“Have you had sex yet?”
“Mom!” Buffy exclaimed rolling her eyes.
“Now, look young lady,”
Joyce said. “I know you think that I’m old and shouldn’t know about these
things but sometimes love and desire can be confused. Maybe after you…have had
sex things won’t look the same.”
“It’ll only look better,” Buffy
smirked, thinking about their most intimate night.
“Buffy,” Joyce said, trying
to appear shocked but ended up giggling with her daughter.
“I thought you knew about
these things,” Buffy said, teasing her mother and decided to take it a bit
further. “I mean, you have done it even after I was conceived, right?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh, please,” Buffy said,
giggling at her mother’s sudden prim attitude. “Oh, Ripper, kiss me again.” She
made a smacking noise to add emphasize to her teasing but had to quickly dodge
a pillow launched at her head.
“My God,” Joyce said,
raising the pillow again. “I thought I raised a proper young lady.”
“I am, I am,” Buffy cried,
laughing so hard that her sides hurt. “Stop, that’s child abuse.”
“You’re living with a man so
I hope you’re not a child anymore,” Joyce said, tossing the pillow aside. It
took another moment for their laughter to stop but after they wiped the tears
from their faces, Joyce grew serious again. She reached out and took Buffy’s
hands in her own. “Buffy, listen to me and don’t dismiss this as the rambling
of an interfering parent. I love you probably more than anyone else does
because I carried you for nine months and I will always love you no matter what
you do.”
“I hear this big ‘but’
coming.” Buffy said, smiling as she squeezed her mother’s hands.
“Be sure this is what you
want. I like Spike, you know I do but I don’t want you to do anything because
you’re afraid of never having another chance, or just because you want to have
sex with him. This is a big step.”
“I know, Mommy, I know.”
“I haven’t heard you call me
that in a long time,” Joyce said, running her fingers along Buffy’s cheek.
“Promise me if you find out that you made a mistake that you won’t be too
afraid to say so.”
“I promise,” Buffy said,
reaching out to hug her mother.
~~~~~~~~~
Spike hit the wall with a
loud thud but before he could recover a forearm was pressed to his throat.
Must be where Angel learned it…
“Buffy is my little girl,”
Giles said, putting a little more pressure against Spike’s throat. “And you
just casually walk into my home and tell me she’s going to live with you. No
ring, no wedding, nothing to show that you intend to keep her safe. Do you at least
love her?”
Spike tried to respond but
couldn’t form proper words because his air supply was growing dangerously low.
He was released and he took a moment to take in much needed gulps of oxygen.
His hand covered his throat before straightening only to find that Giles was
ready to attack again if he said the wrong thing.
“I can’t tell you something
that I haven’t told her,” Spike said. He could have sworn he heard Buffy’s
father growl and he threw his hand up before he could be hit or worse. “But I
promise that she will always be taken care of.”
“If you care so much why
can’t you just ask her to marry you?”
Fair question in the scheme
of things but nothing ever went the tried and true course in his courting of
Buffy. It hadn’t since his first declaration of never being able to love her.
He sighed as he tried to find a way to explain what was going on in his heart.
“Because…because…I was
thinking about it. I had this huge evening planned for us and then I found out
about Riley and that she was thinking about breaking up with me,” Spike said,
starting to pace in the small hallway outside the bookstore office. His arms
flung wildly as he walked. “Everything went bust but I already had the house
rented and she was screaming that I wanted her to be my mistress…”
“Your mistress? I didn’t
know my modern little girl knew such an antiquated term.”
“Your little girl has read a
lot of your books if you know what I mean,” Spike said, waggling his brow.
“Oh, dear Lord,” Giles said.
“Maybe it’s not you I need to be talking to. Come in here.”
Spike followed the older man
into his office, waited until he was invited before taking a seat across the
desk from him. His eyes grew larger as he watched Giles pull a bottle of scotch
and two glasses out of his drawer.
“A little drink now and then
makes things easier,” Giles said, pouring them both a drink. He placed a glass
in front of Spike before picking up his own. “So, I’m getting the feeling that
you do love my little hellion but since nothing ever goes right you haven’t
gotten around to telling her yet.”
“Something like that,” Spike
said, cautiously picking up the glass. He wondered if it was some kind of test
that he was about to fail horribly because he’d already decided he was going to
drink it.
“Have you ever lived with a
woman before?” Giles asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Dru,” Spike looked up and
at the nod from Giles knew that Buffy had already shared his past with her
parents. “Well, Dru and I traveled together. She wasn’t really into being
domestic or anything.”
“It takes work, Spike,”
Giles said, pouring them both some more. “It’s not going to be easy especially
with Buffy.”
“That I already know,” Spike
said smiling. “She’s worth it though.”
“I’m glad to hear you say
that and you know if you ever hurt her that you’ll live to regret it.”
Spike nodded. He’d already
been warned by Angel and had been waiting for the warning from her father.
“Don’t you think that if I
was out to hurt her that one, I wouldn’t have picked a woman that has so many
family and friends? And that two, I wouldn’t have rented a house to tie me
here? And thirdly that I wouldn’t have put her name on the
lease?”
“Her name is on the lease?”
Giles asked. His relaxed stance disappeared as his feet hit the ground and he
leaned across the desk. “Are you thinking of disappearing and leaving her
financially responsible? There is no where…”
“The rent is already
covered. It’s being deducted out of my bank account,” Spike reassured Giles. He
just didn’t add that the entire year was being paid for at one time. “And I
plan on opening a joint account so that Buffy has money to pay for any up keeps
that are needed while I’m gone or for anything she wants to do to the house.
I’ll deposit money whenever I get paid.”
“I don’t know whether to
appreciate what you’re doing or agree with Buffy,” Giles said. “You’re paying
for everything. She makes a home for you and waits for you to come back.”
“And she does what she wants
to do,” Spike said, putting his glass back on the desk. “She goes to college,
has some independence, and builds a future for herself surrounded by friends
and family while I hope that what I’m giving her is enough to keep her holding
on.”
“So, why do it? Why keep
holding onto a life that is only going to make things more difficult between
the two of you?”
Spike had walked away from
college, had sung in a band and done some bartending before the sea. The only
thing he knew how to do well was what he was doing now. Besides he made decent
money at it. Anything else he’d have to start over at the bottom and he wasn’t
ready to do that yet. He sighed because it would help if anything else
interested him. Finally he told Giles the truth.
“It’s the only thing I know
how to do.”
~~~~~~~
Everywhere Buffy looked was
another one of her friends or family. They had taken over her new home in their
well meaning and loving way. It had started innocently enough. Her friends had
helped move her belongings into the house. Then while they were there the guys
had taken down the noisy bed and replaced it with her bed.
The parents had shown up in
the midst of the unpacking and that was both sets; hers and Angel’s. Mr. and
Mrs. O’Connor announced to everyone that they claimed rights to her since she
had once taken a bath with their son. Spike hadn’t been overly happy about that
bit of news at first. He soon found the humor in it when he had been told that
during the bath Buffy had tried to pull Angel’s penis off. She’d told everyone
over his howls of pain that it looked funny and she was only trying to make him
pretty like her.
After the obligatory
parental embarrassing rites they had proceeded in trying to outdo each other in
the ‘who was the better parent’ ritual. Giles had offered to buy steaks for them
to grill only to be outdone by Mr. O’Connor offering to buy shrimp and lobster
tails to be steamed. The guys had then volunteered to buy the drinks which
meant the girls had ended up preparing salads and side dishes. It became a full
fledged party that was still going on at
The only respite from the
frustration of not being alone with Spike was irritating her parents. She had
practically sat in Spike’s lap during dinner so they could take turns feeding
each other from the same plate. She kept wondering if her father’s eyes would
become loose in their eye sockets as many times as he’d rolled them at her.
Buffy sighed as she glanced
at her watch. Would these people never go home? Of course, she would never complain
out loud no matter how much she wanted to. She forced a smile to her face as she
watched her father bear down on her hiding place. For the last few minutes
she’d found a bit of quiet in an overstuffed chair in the corner of the living
room but it seemed she’d been found.
“Hey Daddy,” Buffy said, standing
and accepting a kiss on the cheek from him.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Giles
said. He held out his plate to offer her a bite of cake that he was nibbling at.
“I do have to say that your young man has redeemed himself quite a bit in my
eyes by renting this cottage.”
“You approve of us living
together?” Buffy said, her eyes widening. “What did you all talk about this
afternoon? Did you sell me to him or something?”
“Oh, no dear, it’s what I
learned after my talk with Spike that has given me greater faith in him.”
“Would you like to let me in
on this?” Buffy asked, turning to her father.
“Well, Mrs. Wilson the
rental agent, came into the shop this afternoon and was telling me that Spike
chose this cottage over the one two doors down,” Giles explained, his hands
gesturing toward the aforementioned cottage. “You know the one that’s two
stories with the widow walk.”
“Why?” Buffy asked. “I love
that place.”
Giles smiled patiently at
his daughter and pointed toward the hallway. “That’s why.”
Buffy looked up in time to
see her mother roll her wheelchair through the wide doorway into the living
room. Joyce was busy chatting with Mrs. O’Connor while carrying a plate of
quartered limes. The two women continued through the living room and out onto
the patio.
“Oh, boy,” Buffy heard Xander
exclaim. “Mrs. G you have saved the day. You brought the lime for the
It hadn’t struck Buffy until
then that although the cottage wasn’t handicapped equipped it would be easy for
her mother to maneuver through. It was one level all the way through and the
doorways were wider than most standard ones. Joyce, when she came to visit,
could be almost completely independent. It would give her a comfort level she
normally didn’t have when going to other people’s houses.
“He rented it with Mom in
mind?” Buffy asked awed by the sensitivity that Spike had shown for her and her
family in that one act.
“It seems so,” Giles
confirmed. “Mrs. Wilson was trying to sell him on one of the bigger houses but
he insisted on seeing this one. He made a comment about it being wheelchair
friendly. Of course, Mrs. Wilson being the gossip she is had to share this news
with me.”
There was no room left for
doubts as her heart fell in love all over again. Buffy searched the room for
him and smiled when she saw him leaning in the doorway talking to
~~~~~~~
Spike took another sip of
his beer as he listened to
Hands rested on his hips and
Spike turned to find Buffy behind him.
“Hello, Luv.”
“Hey,” Buffy said, sliding
one hand around to his stomach while the other slipped into his pocket. “Hi,
Tara, you having a good time?”
“Great,”
“It’s all Spike’s doing,”
Buffy acknowledged.
She kissed his shoulder
before murmuring an excuse to wander off again. He turned and watched her as
she made her way through the living room before turning into the hallway. Trying to be nonchalant Spike slipped his
hand into his pocket. His eyes widened as his fingers felt the lacy, damp
material that Buffy had left for him.
Cor, it’s her panties, Spike thought and felt his cock twitch in response.
He smiled at
Buffy was bent over
searching for something in the dresser. She looked quickly over at him wearing
a ‘caught in the headlight’ look. Guilt danced across her face as she dropped
the panties in her hand back in the drawer.
“Did you get cold feet?”
Spike asked, shutting the door behind him.
Buffy shook her head and
shut the drawer.
“I think you did,” Spike
purred, making his way toward her. “You want to be naughty but then you get
scared that you’ll get caught.”
“Spike…”
He didn’t let her finish as
he turned her toward the mirror. His hands slid along her thighs then caught
the material of her skirt and began to pull it up.
“You shouldn’t tempt a man,”
Spike whispered between kisses he was peppering along her jaw. “Did you think
you could slip them in my pocket and I wouldn’t follow you?”
Her skirt was dangerously
high on her thighs and Buffy put her hand on his to stop him.
“We can’t, Spike,” Buffy
gasped. “Not now.”
“Shhh, lamb,” Spike said,
slipping his tongue along the shell of her ear. “I just want to see how bad you
can be.”
Spike grinned when she
allowed him to continue to uncover her. He didn’t stop until the skirt was
bunched around her waist and she was bare to his gaze in the mirror.
“Oh, baby, do you know how
beautiful you are?” Spike said. His hands slid along the silk of her hips to
the soft cushion of her lower belly. They formed a v-shape that framed the very
essence of her. He looked up to meet the deep pools of her eyes that reflected
the desire and fear that was making her body tremble. “I’m going to take care
of you. All right?”
Buffy nodded moving her
hands to cover his wrists. Her bottom instinctively nestled back against his
pelvis and he groaned at the sweet ache she gave him. If any man was going to
die of frustration he knew it was going to be him. However, he swore that he’d
make sure she was satisfied first.
“Do you have any idea how
many times I fantasize about touching you?” Spike whispered. One hand covered
her stomach to hold her against him and one reached down to ruffle her curls. “They’re
so soft like you. I’ve never known a woman who’s as soft as you. I miss your
body next to mine when I’m gone. Do you miss me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you dream of me? Of
this?” Spike asked. His hand slipped lower to cover her heated flesh. “Is this
what you want?” One finger separated her folds seeking the very place that
radiated her pleasure. He teased it with circular motions that brought her to
her toes as she arched out to meet him. “God, you’re so hot…so wet. I feel like
I’m in heaven.”
Laughter sounded outside the
room bringing them both crashing from the dream world they’d been building.
They turned toward the patio where they heard Xander and Angel talking. The
voices came closer until they could see their shadows on the curtains. Spike
held Buffy close as they watched the figures of their friends sit in the chairs
that were right outside.
“Spike, we have to stop,”
Buffy whispered frantically. “They’ll know.”
Spike held her squirming
body closer. “Hush, they won’t,” He murmured. “Be my bad little Buffy.” He knew
it wasn’t playing fair but he increased the stimulation against her clit until
he felt her sag against him. “Don’t make a sound.” There wasn’t time for the
teasing he wanted to give her. Instead he held her close, kept up a monotony of
reassuring words while he played her until she was quivering on the edge.
Carefully he slipped his fingers inside her letting his thumb continue to
tickle her pearl.
“Spike, please, please, oh,
oh,” Buffy begged, vibrating against his hand. “Yes,” she hissed when he
finally led her over the edge.
“Watch yourself, baby, don’t
close your eyes. I love your expressions when you cum. Always so amazing.”
It was a miracle to him every
time she would allow him to bring her this pleasure. Buffy was such a contrast
of innocence and unleashed passions that he couldn’t wait to see how she would
react to the sensuality that she had yet to experience. The thought that he
would be an active partner to her awakening sent waves of need through him. He
knew that she would take him to a place he’d never been before and that the man
in him should thank the Gods for the honor she was giving him.
“I love you so much, Spike,”
Buffy said.
This time there wasn’t any
expectancy in her words. It was simply a gift that she gave him. Spike kissed
her lightly in gratitude. He reached over her and grabbed some tissues.
“Hold on,” Spike said. He
cleaned her up then grabbed a pair of panties from the drawer. He fell to his
knees and lifted each of her feet to slip them on. It was a caress to slide
them up her legs and an agony to cover her up. He reached to pull her skirt
down but she was already smoothing it. He stood up and kissed the tip of her
nose. “Go on, baby, I’ll be out in just a minute.”
“Let me,” Buffy said,
covering his denim covered erection with her hand.
“No, not this time,” Spike
answered. “If you touch me, we’ll never get out of this room.”
Buffy nodded and rushed from
the room leaving him alone. Spike sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He
undid his pants and lay back as he wrapped his hand around his cock. It
wouldn’t take long for him to get off. Not with her sweet honey clinging to his
hand, her panties draped over the hand holding him and the naughtiness of the
moment they’d just shared to replay in his mind. The first stroke was mind
numbing and he flung his free arm out.
“What the hell?” Spike asked himself as his hand hit something nestled between the
pillows. He grabbed it and held it up to the light shining in from the patio. A
small stuffed pig was staring back at him with a completely malevolent gaze. He
rolled his eyes and threw it back onto the pillow. He tried to resume wanking
off but it was impossible with the accusations the pig was tossing his way. It
kept telling him that he’d taken advantage of its poor Buffy and left her to
face everyone alone.
“Damn it, okay you win, you
stupid swine, I’m going, I’m going,” Spike muttered, fastening his pants and
heading for the door with the anticipation of what would happen after everyone
left. At the doorway he turned and pointed to the stuffed toy, “And I swear piggie, you are going to go in the closet.”
to be continued…
