Night Calls
TITLE: Night Calls
EMAIL MEREDITH AT: pandamer@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, Joss’s!
SUMMARY: PDP (Plot driven porn). Who would have known!!! Fluffy!!!
RATING: NC-17
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“Hello?”
“Hello cutie.”
“What time is it?”
“Um, 3:04 a.m.”
“Spike, what the hell are you doing calling me at 3 a.m.? Some people are trying to sleep!”
“Sleep. Pah! It’s early! I wanna talk.”
“Okay, you’ve lost it. I want to sleep. Night Spike.”
“Wait, Buffy, don’t hang…bugger.”
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***Ring***
“What the hell do you want Spike. You’re starting to piss me off!”
“I just want to talk! Come on! Hear me out.”
“Call me tomorrow, during the day.”
“Oi, I’ll be asleep then.”
“Sleep, novel idea! Goodnight Spike.”
“Wait….grrrrr”
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***Ring***
“Damnit Spike! Don’t you quit? So help YOU God, you call me ONE MORE TIME and I’m gonna stake your…”
“Wanna have phone sex?”
“. . ."
“Hello? Earth to Buffy. I know you’re there, I can hear your heart beating.”
“What did you say?”
“I asked you if you want to have phone sex. It’ll be fun. So, whatcha wearing?”
“I so do NOT want to have phone sex with you. What would make you think I did?”
“Just a guess is all. I’m wearing my duster. And nothing else.”
“Pfffft. Yeah, right. You’re such a liar.”
“Am not. Standing here in nothing but my duster, on my cell phone, talkin’ to you luv. You’re turn, whatcha wearing.”
“Like I’m gonna tell you what I’m wearing. To quote a phrase, not bloody likely.”
“Fine. Just listen then. I’m standing in my crypt next to my bed. The sheets and blankets are turned down. There are a handful of candles in the room, casting wavy lights all over everything. There’s a cool breeze and the lining of my duster is chilly against my skin. It’s nice though, it touches me gently. I’m taking off my duster now. Mmmmmm…..”
“Mmmm what?”
“It’s nice against my naked skin. Oh, that feels good. Mind if I sit down?”
“Um, no, you can do whatever you want. Not like I’m listening. And where do you get the nerve calling me with an obscene…”
“Ohhhhhh God, that feels so good, mmmmm.”
“ . . ."
“Oh God Buffy, I’m hard and hot for you. Feels so bloody good. God I wish this was your mouth instead of my hand, moving up and down, squeezing me. Just. Like. Thaaaat…..”
“ ***gulp***"
“You’ve got me so hot that I’m getting all slick now. Every drop that comes out I rub back into my shaft. I want you to lick me and suck on me right there. Ahhh…..bloody hell!”
“ . . ."
“I’m kneeling now, my legs are spread and my balls are swinging a bit as I pump. Harder. Faster. Listen. ***slurp slurp slurp***”
“Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhh”
“Yeah luv, come on, cum for me baby…..OhhhhhHHHHH!!!!!!”
“mmmmmm……”
“I haven’t cum that hard in a very long time. Thank you Buffy. Goodnight.”
“….night….”
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***Ring***
“Hello?”
“Hello cutie.”
“Oh, it’s you again. Lemme guess. 3 a.m.?”
“Nah, it’s 2. Figured I’d start earlier tonight so you’d be more awake. Whatcha wearing?”
“Spike, I am not going to do this with you. Last night was….weird.”
“Now you’re the one that’s lying. Don’t pretend with me. I could hear you cumming. You loved it. Let’s do it again. I’m wearing my jeans and a white tee-shirt. No shoes or socks. Your turn.”
“Spike, it’s 2 a.m. and I’m in bed. What do you think I’m wearing?”
“Don’t know. Maybe a PJ top and panties? Or a nightgown? Or a teddy? Or maybe you’re nude. Nude lying in bed, your fingers in your curls in anticipation of what we’re gonna do. Tell me.”
“If I tell you will you leave me alone?”
“No, but I’ll make it worth it.”
“Grrrr. I’m wearing a tee-shirt and panties. Okay?”
“Mmmmm….nice. I’m gonna pull that shirt up and kiss your belly all over. I’m gonna swirl my tongue in your navel, and nibble just under your breasts.”
“Spike, really, we can’t do this.”
“Really? Then why are you breathing so hard? I know you’re all turned on, so stay on a play a while with me. Better than playing alone, and I love playing. Where was I . . . oh yes. Shall I tell you what I want to do to you, or what I’m doing right now?”
“ . . . “
“Okay, well then, I choose. I want to keep kissing your belly and nibbling under your breasts. I can feel your skin tingling”
“No Spike, the other thing.”
“Other thing luv? Mmmmm….”
“Don’t make me say it. I just, don’t tell me what you want to do to me, tell me the other thing.”
“Oh, you mean about how I’m running my fingers up and down my jeans, stroking myself?”
“Yeah, oh God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Yes you can. It’s hot and nasty and secret. I’m still in my jeans and tee-shirt. Want me to take anything off?”
“NO! I mean, do whatever you want.”
“Clothes on? Kinky! I can do that. Know what I’m doing right now? I’m making circles on the head of my cock. It’s so hard in my jeans. And I’m on my bed, sitting against the headboard. Here, listen to this. . . ****ziiiiipppppp****”
“What was that?”
“That was me undoing my jeans. And I’m not wearing any underwear. When I look down into my lap, I see my hard throbbing cock jutting out of my fly. I’ve bent both legs at the knees. Can you see me, the way I’m sitting?”
“Oh, ummm….***gulp***, not really. I’m not trying to imagine.”
“I’m holding myself, squeezing the head, and pointing my cock down so it rubs on the sheets under me. Now I’m stroking it with the palm of my haaaaand! What are you doing luv? Tell me please.”
“Nothing. I’m just lying here. Nothing at all.”
“You get one more freebie tonight. Tomorrow, we play evenly. Alright? Alright.”
“But…”
“Oh GOD! That feels so good! Buffy, I’m gonna put some lube on, hold on a second. … Okay, I’m back. I’m gonna rub it all over my cock now, mmmmmm….”
“Ohhhh….”
“Buffy, Slayer. God this feels so good. I wish you were here right now. I’d have you on my bed, naked, your legs in the air and my hips pumping you into oblivion. I can almost feel you wrapped around me, your legs holding me tight while I make love to you.”
“Ahhh, Spike, what are we, I mean, this is so….”
“Hot, so bloody hot! I can hear you, what you’re doing to yourself. Sounds so good. Mmmmm, I can’t take much more of this luv, I’m so hard I can only hold the tip. Oh God, I’m gonna cum, cum with me. Please.”
“Ah, ah, AH SPIKE!”
“GRRAAAWWWLL!! Buffy, oh Buffy!”
“ohhhhhhhh….”
“You okay luv?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Never better. Well, maybe just a little sticky, but, that goes without saying, doesn’t it.”
“It did till you said it. Um, Spike?”
“Yes?”
“Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams Buffy.”
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“I don’t know, I hear they can purr, like a cat.” Dawn put her hands in the bowl of popcorn and dug out an especially buttery handful.
“Where did you hear that?” Buffy looked at her sister with surprise and suspicion.
“Movies! And books. You know, books? Little square things with words inside? Crack one open some time.”
“Haha, very funny. Yeah, they purr.”
Willow’s eyebrows shot up at Buffy’s affirmation. “They do? How do you know?”
“Um, Angel. You know, they purr whenever they’re really happy and content. Like Dawn said, like a big cat.”
“Wow,” Willow began to drift off dreamily. “Is it nice when they do that?”
“Well, I’ve only heard Angel purr, but yeah, it was nice. He didn’t do it for long though. He didn’t like letting his guard down.”
“Too bad. We like cats, right honey?” Tara brushed a stray strand of hair from Willow’s face. “Oh! Maybe we can make Spike purr.”
“WHAT? No way! Guys, its not that special or anything. Just forget it, and let’s drop this topic before Spike gets here with Xander and Anya, okay?”
It was movie night again. Tonight they were indulging in Spike’s picks. They were sure to be violent, bloody, gory, and completely inappropriate. But it was his turn.
The door opened quickly and Spike walked in with Xander and Anya in tow. Buffy made sure to avoid any and all eye contact with Spike. Anya had a huge grin on her face.
“Spike picked great movies! We’re gonna have FUN tonight.”
“Oh no. Anya likes the movies. That means horror.” Buffy groaned and reached for the tapes. “Some Like It Hot, The Producers, and Harvey. Harvey?” She looked at the blond Vampire completely confused.
“I liked Jimmy Stewart. He was a great actor. Anyway, bet Nibblet’s never seen it, and she should. It’s a wonderful movie. Put it in!”
“Okay….” She put Harvey in the machine and hit play. Everyone settled into his or her spot for the night. Willow and Tara cuddled in the love seat, Anya and Xander on the couch, Dawn was on the floor next to Spike, and Buffy was in the armchair.
The movie began and the familiar four tones that signaled the presence of the Pooka rang out hauntingly in the room. Buffy’s leg was near Spike, and he leaned against her as inconspicuously as possible the first chance he got. She tried to move, but only succeeded in drawing attention to herself, and so resigned herself to being leaned on.
“I love this part! This is when she admits that she can see Harvey sometimes!”
“Blech! I didn’t know this movie was about a rabbit! God Spike, you’re sick! OH! Xander! There’s a picture of it! OH GOD!” Anya dove into her fiancé’s arms and buried her head in his neck for the tenth time that night. Her bunny phobia was getting the better of her, and everyone had to hold back their laughter.
“Please tell me the other movies don’t have rabbits!”
“Nope, no rabbits Anya. Don’t worry, this one is almost over. Just think of it as a horror.”
“Oh!” Buffy shot up with a mischievous grin on her face and paused the movie with a still shot of Harvey in the portrait on the screen. “I know what movie I’m renting next. Monty Python’s Search For The Holy Grail!”
Spike doubled over laughing. “That’s my girl!
‘That's no ordinary rabbit. That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on. . . He's got huge, sharp-- he can leap about-- look at the bones . . . Run away! Run away!’
HA!” Spike had tears running down his eyes from laughing so hard.
“Hey! It’s not funny! Where do you think they got the idea for a killer rabbit? Huh? Think they made it up?” Everyone held perfectly still and looked at Anya in complete silence. It lasted 8 seconds before they all, including Xander, hit the floor laughing until they couldn’t breathe.
“Anya! Wait!” Xander stood up and grabbed a tissue to wipe the tears from his face, the blurred sight of Anya slamming the front door as she left serving to sober him slightly. “Sorry guys, looks like I’ve got some serious making up to do. Might not see me for a few days.”
Spike called out to him as he left. “Xander, tell her we’re sorry, we’re not laughing at her, just at the movies, okay?”
Xander nodded and shut the door behind him. Buffy hit play and they finished out Harvey and moved on to Some Like It Hot.
About halfway through, everyone was very quiet and comfortable, settled in as if they were staying the night. Marilyn was singing, ‘I Wanna Be Loved By You’, when Buffy heard something soft but persistent vibrating in the room. She used her Slayer-sense to pinpoint it, and her eyes rested on Spike. Who was asleep at her feet. Purring.
Silently, Buffy stood and paused the movie. She motioned for everyone else to be quiet and knelt down next to the sleeping Vampire. With one hand, she caressed the back of his neck gently. Immediately upon contact, the purring increased in volume and depth, sending a reverberating pulse through the room.
Tara clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. The noise was primal, but comforting. It was warm and made the women feel like cuddling. Buffy continued to touch his neck with the tips of her fingers. Her other hand rested on his upper thigh. Again the purring grew louder and deeper as her hand trailed along the curves of his leg.
She turned to her friends and began to mouth, “Nice, isn’t it?” But before she could finish, she was grabbed, thrown down to the ground, and felt something heavy pressing into her body and between her thighs. Spike loomed over her, his eyes piercing right through her. His lips lowered until they were brushing lightly against her own.
He spoke into her mouth, “Unless you plan to finish what you just started,” He positioned his thigh against her jean-clad mound and ground against her erotically, “I suggest you stop. Otherwise, tell them to go home.”
Buffy’s breath and voice caught in her throat. She was hot and turned on by what he was doing to her, but she was also surrounded by family and friends and needed to pull herself out of this position. Her tongue reached up and swept quickly across his lips in a movement so fast that no one but her and Spike even knew it happened.
“Get off me. Now.” She pushed him back and scrambled to her feet. “Um guys, movie night is officially over. Night all. You too Spike.”
Tara and Willow stood and said goodbye, and Dawn went to her room. Buffy was left cleaning up.
“Want some help with that luv?”
“Why are you still here Spike? I said, movie night is over. Go home.”
He grabbed a few glasses and napkins and followed her into the kitchen. “Think I’d rather stay. You felt good out there, all hot and breathy.” He smiled at her. It wasn’t an innocent smile, but it also wasn’t mean or sly. It was erotic and sincere.
“I want you to go home. Now.”
“You’re lying.” He moved towards her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he was to fast for her once again. His hands were on her hip and her hair, his groin pressing against hers, and his tongue swept circles in her mouth. She put up a token fight and surrendered to this kiss. Her mind kept replaying the past two nights when he talked her into the most amazing orgasms of her life. She couldn’t help but wonder, if his words did that to her, what could his hands do? Or his mouth? Or his ***Oh God!***
Spike tugged her out of the kitchen and back into the living room. The TV was on but muted, and the show transition from dark to light several times, making the room sway with its indecision.
He set her on the couch and knelt in front of her, his lips never loosing their connection to her sweet mouth. They’re movements were fevered as she unbuttoned his silk blouse and he removed her shirt and bra. His worked on her nipples, flicking them with his tongue and sensuously kneading them with his hands. She let her fingers explore his bared chest, stroking over scars and muscle. Their lips sought each other out again and he sat next to her, holding her tight to his body.
“Oh WOW! About time!” As fast as the words left her mouth, her hands shot up to her face in embarrassment of her outburst. Dawn’s eyes went wide as she continued, “Ignore me! I’m just getting something to drink.” She backed away quickly and quietly.
Meanwhile, Spike and Buffy both jumped out of their skins and scrambled to re-cloth themselves. Buffy settled for holding her shirt over her breasts until Dawn left. She dressed in silence, Spike’s eyes never leaving her. Dawn snuck back up the stair to her room, leaving the couple to decide what to do next.
“Spike, I’m sorry. I think you should go home now.” She walked to the door and opened it for him, her bra in her hand.
“No, please. Let’s try again, I’m sure we’ll be left alone this time. I need you.”
She stared at him with a combination of shame and disgust on her face. “That’s all this is, huh? Just a quick shag? Who cares that Dawn saw us, right? Nothing matters as long as you get off. Goodnight. Spike.”
“No! It’s not about that and you know it. I need you, not want, need. Don’t you know how much? It’s not about sex, it’s about love. Buffy, I am so in love you!”
She signed and hung her head. “I know, and I’m sorry, but with Dawn and all, I just need some time to think, okay?”
Instead of answering her with words, he wrapped his body around her and told her with a kiss. He then walked out into the night, refusing to allow himself to look back and watch her close the door.
Buffy walked to her room and crawled under the covers without changing her clothes. Her body was still tingling from his touch, and wanted nothing more than to go after him and finish what they started. But she didn’t like to act impulsively when it came to matters of the heart, and if they were meant to be lovers, then what was one more night?
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***Ring***
Buffy looked at the caller ID, Spike’s cell number flashing in the dark room. She smiled and lifted the receiver.
“Hola?”
“Buffy? Is that you?”
“No, no Buffy here. Adios!” She laughed silently and waited for his response.
“Very funny luv. So, is this enough time?”
She looked at her clock. Spike had left 30 minutes ago. “No! This isn’t enough time. I’ll tell you when it’s time, okay?”
“Okay, love you!” ***Click***
Buffy cursed at him for hanging up and laid back on the bed. She slowly began removing her clothes, replaying their moment on the couch in her mind.
***Ring***
She looked at the clock and noticed the sun was rising. Four hours. Four whole hours! She should be angry with him, but she thought it was sweet. She lifted the phone from the cradle and answered it, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m completely naked, lying in my bed, waiting for you to talk to me. Mmmmmmmm……..”
“B-Buffy? Is that you?”
She jumped into a sitting position and grabbed the Caller ID box. It said, ‘GILES, RUPERT’. In a panic, Buffy slammed the phone back down. Moments later the phone rang again. She feigned sleep and answered it.
“Buffy, did you hang up on me a few moments ago?”
“Huh? No, I’ve been asleep. What’s up?”
Giles proceeded to tell her about the newest threat to Sunnyhell. He had been up all night translating prophecies. As best as he could figure, tonight a ritual would be performed on the hellmouth that would reopen it and call forth a new threat to the world. Just exactly what that threat was Giles couldn’t ascertain, but he knew it would be nasty.
They needed to prepare, so Buffy called an emergency meeting at the store.
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It was Saturday so Buffy brought Dawn with her to the Magick Box. On their way, they stopped in the cemetery to see if Spike could come along. Slayer and Vampire tried to pretend that nothing had happened between them, but Dawn didn't let them get away with it.
"Aren't you gonna kiss her hello?" She had her hand on her hips and watched her sister and friend for their reactions. Buffy stared at Spike, and Spike stared at Buffy.
After a few tense silent moments, he spoke out, "Oh bugger!” pulled Buffy to him, and kissed her soundly. Dawn turned around and pretended to find the crypt wall interesting. She could hear Buffy sigh into the kiss, and smiled.
Immediately after, he opened the trapdoor and led the ladies to The Magick Box via the underground tunnels. Spike walked between the two women, his hand purposely brushing against Buffy’s every few steps. He placed his arm around Dawn and hoped Buffy would take the hint. Instead, she spoke with her sister.
“Dawn, do you think you might keep all ‘the kissing’ to yourself? I just don’t want to deal with everyone right now. Okay?”
“I could be convinced . . . say, um, that new CD I’ve been wanting looks pretty persuasive.”
Reluctantly, Buffy said yes, muttering something about blackmail under her breath. They arrived at the shop moments later, but before he climbed out of the tunnels Spike sent Dawn ahead to hold the door to the store open for him. The moment Dawn was out of sight, Spike pulled Buffy to him and kissed her again.
Without pulling away from him, she said, “You can’t keep doing that! You throw me for a loop!”
“I like throwing you for a loop. Seriously, do you think that when we’re done fighting Giles’ new nasty we could discuss ‘us’?”
“Yeah, we can talk about ‘us’. Ready to go?”
“Just a second more.” He kissed her again, inhaling her scent and memorizing her lips. She kissed him back fully this time, reluctant to release him. “Let’s go.”
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“This one’s a real puzzler.” Giles stood at the ladder with a large dusty book in his hand. Willow was busy clicking away at her laptop, and Xander was whittling stakes. “According to this book, the Hellmouth can be opened tonight by a, ah, heephio, that will breathe upon it and bring forth a curse upon mankind. I can’t find any other reference to this heephio though, so I’m afraid I don’t know what we’re up against. I suggest we prepare for all possibilities.”
Tara walked over to Buffy and Spike and whispered, “Nice color Spike. Since when did you start wearing Buffy’s lipstick?”
Their eyes went wide and Spike rubbed his face with the back of his hand. It came away tinted peach.
Tara continued, “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else saw. And by the way, it’s about time.” She walked back to Willow, leaving the Slayer and Vampire embarrassed.
They spent the rest of the day gathering weapons and preparing for the battle, and then set up a perimeter around the burned out High School. After sunset, Spike walked Dawn home. When he returned, he and Buffy went into the library to wait for the action to begin. They were trying something new tonight. The Scoobies had very small two-way radios with them, and conveyed messages to Buffy about the area surrounding the school.
In the library, Buffy and Spike climbed to what used to be the balcony and built a makeshift fort out of burned shelves and furniture. Now the waiting began.
At first they sat silent and poised to attack, but after an hour of waiting, they grew bored and began to chat.
“I like kissing you luv, it beats fooling around over the phone any day. But you know what I liked the best?”
She knew what he was going to say, but feigned disinterest and asked him what.
“Holding you tight, skin against skin, while looking in your eyes. You’re everything to me, all around me. You know that, don’t you?”
Before answering him, she looked around the room for signs of life, and radioed her support team for an update. Once she was sure everything was still quiet, she put the radio down and answered him.
“I know. I liked it too.” Her smile was beautiful and it overwhelmed him. He crawled close to her and ran his fingers down her cheek. She turned into his caress, and he replaced his fingers with his lips, dotting little kisses all over her. When lip finally met lip, they were both gulping for air and almost completely oblivious to their surroundings.
He pulled her onto his lap and pressed their bodies together tight, her legs on either side of him. She remembered where they were and began to pull away.
“I know luv, we’re on duty. But you’ve got the lot of them outside as your spotters. Let them do their job, and when they radio we’ll be ready. In the meantime, what do you say you and I snog a bit? Nothing more than that.” His eyes flashed mischievously at her, and she couldn’t resist him. She slid back against him.
He felt like he was young again, sneaking a quick snog before being caught. She felt like she was in high school, making out under the bleachers in the fields behind the school. They both loved it completely.
Somewhere in the distance, Buffy thought she heard Giles say “Oh good Lord.” They stopped kissing and looked around, and she radioed her Watcher to get his position. Giles was still outside watching for the heephio to arrive.
Slayer and Vampire went back to fooling around once they were sure everything was quiet, and ended up getting pretty hot and heavy into it. They touched each other, very teasingly, and Spike had to call on all his control to stop himself from taking things too far. They still had a job to do after all.
His lips pulled away from her only to allow her to breathe, and were never away long. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands along the skin of his back. He arched into her at her touch and gasped with each movement, until he couldn’t remember where he was anymore.
His lips trailed down her neck to her shoulders, and what started out as snogging to pass the time turned into all out necking. His arousal was evident as she rocked against him, and they fought to keep sight of their mission.
Time and time again Spike began to speak to her, to tell her how much he loved her, and every time he caught himself and held back the words. He was afraid he would spoil the moment. His thumbs brushed over her nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She slid her hand between them and played with his belt buckle until she finally worked up enough courage to slide her thumbs underneath and stroke the bulge in his jeans.
He purred loudly into her neck as she rubbed him. She could feel her body releasing torrents of her juices into her panties with each rise and fall of his purring. Spike returned her attentions, causing hot friction on her cloth-covered mound with his hand and fingers.
What they were doing was hot and secret. Just outside, their friends stood poised for battle while they kissed and touched. The thrill of it was even hotter then when they had phone sex, knowing that at any moment any one of their friends could walk in and catch them.
About an hour of snogging and teasing and touching passed when Xander’s voice came over the radio. “Buffy! Spike!” The urgency in the whisper came through clearly.
Buffy answered, “Go ahead Xander. What’s up?”
“There’s some guy walking in the building, heading your way. Heads up!”
Xander followed the man at a distance, eventually being joined by the others waiting outside. Their path led to the Library, and Buffy and Spike composed themselves just in time to see the man walk over to the hellmouth.
He was dressed in rags, like a man that lived on the streets. He sat down next to the hellmouth and began a transformation. Out of his head grew two very large horns that curled back behind him. His face grew large and his nose elongated into a snout. His teeth became sharp daggers and his eyes glowed red with fire. Out of the two nostrils came wisps of smoke.
The rest of his body was undergoing a similar metamorphosis. His hands and feet became claws that ended in talons, and his back arched into a series of scaled bumps. Slayer and Vampire understood the reference to “breathing on the hellmouth” at the same time. Before them stood a small but deadly dragon.
It finally stood upright, rising to about 9 feet, with a tail at least that length swishing out behind it. Buffy dropped to the floor in front of it with a large scythe in her hand. She had heard the only way to kill a dragon was a fatal blow to the heart, but she’d need to hack away some of its built-in body armor first. Spike crawled along the wreckage trying to take up a position behind their enemy.
The dragon’s senses picked up the Vampire, and it’s tail lashed out at the burnt out furniture Spike was climbing over. The pile broke apart, sending him tumbling to the ground. With a second swipe of its tail, another larger pile of wreckage came down upon the stunned vampire, completely burying him. Buffy heard Spike scream in pain, and then there was silence. The dragon laughed deep down, and drew its head back in preparation for its final attack.
Buffy was horrified. The pile that had come down on Spike was riddled with long thin wood pieces, perfect as stakes for dusting Vampires. The Scoobies walked in just in time to see Spike go down, and half of them ran to help Spike, while the other half ran at Buffy.
She was furious and scared out of her mind. She screamed Spike’s name as her scythe came down on the dragon, sheering off a layer of armor on its side with its force. The dragon thrashed in pain, but still had enough strength to attempt to breathe fire on the hellmouth. It inhaled a second time in preparation, but once again, Buffy’s scythe came down to the sound of her screaming Spike’s name louder than before. The panic in her voice made Giles’ skin crawl.
Giles, Tara and Anya worked feverishly to find Spike. Most of the pieces were too large to lift, but they dug and pulled with all their strength. So far there was no sign of him.
One final time, the dragon took a deep breath, the pain rippling across its features. One final time, Buffy counterattacked. She plunged her hand into the dragon’s side, where she had sheered off its armor, and dug through the scalding flesh, muscles and bones until her hand wrapped around a large pumping mass. She ripped it from its body, screaming Spike’s name a third time.
The heart beat twice in her hand before giving up it’s attempt at life. The dragon dropped dead in front of her. She ran to the pile of debris and began throwing the heaviest pieces aside as if they had no weight.
She didn’t realize she was crying, and the others did their best to help her without getting in her way. There was so much dust from the explosion on Graduation Day that she couldn’t be sure about anything she was seeing. Her mind began to think the unthinkable.
With a burst of determination, Buffy lifted a very large bookcase from the pile, and her eyes caught sight of a glint in the rubble. It was a ring, the ring Spike had given to her when they were engaged. And it was on a hand.
They all moved in and worked quickly to uncover the wounded Vampire. He was covered in ash that had mixed with his own blood, and had a large wooden stake running through his chest, to the right of his heart. It had missed him by less than an inch.
Buffy pulled the stake from him gently, and cringed as he woke from the pain. He laid on the pile and coughed, trying to speak.
“Worried about me luv?”
She looked around her at her ash-covered friends and then back at Spike. He was trying to smile at her. Buffy nodded yes and pulled him to his feet. He was fairly sure of himself, and with a little support from her arm was able to walk out of the library.
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They made their way to Buffy’s house, and Spike was set down on the couch. She had some blood in her fridge and prepared it for him. Everyone then sat to discuss what happened, sort of an informal de-briefing.
“I think we did good! We got the bad thing, after all.” Anya’s hands were crossed on her lap and she looked very pleased with herself.
“Really? Well Spike almost got killed tonight because we weren’t prepared.” There was a light of anger in Buffy’s eyes as she spoke. “Giles, we need to stop doing this. 12 hours of notice just isn’t enough! What do you need to fix that?”
The Watcher looked at his Slayer with surprise and pride in his eyes. “Well, I could use some more help with the prophecies. If we can organize them according to when they are supposed to come true, that would give us a heads up. Problem is there are literally thousands of them that we know of, and millions more that we don’t.”
Giles continued speaking and Buffy allowed her mind to drift. She had almost lost Spike tonight, and she never had a chance to know about her true feelings for him for sure. When they fooled around on the phone, it was hot and secret and exciting. When they fooled around on the couch, it was much of the same, but better. But tonight, when they were ‘snogging’ as Spike liked to put it, it was deeper. There wasn’t always an urgency to go into sensory overload. Most of the time, she just wanted to be near him, having him lavish his attention on her. And she enjoyed returning his attentions. The little gasps and moans that escaped from him excited her.
She wanted it to keep on going, getting deeper and sweeter with every passing moment. She sighed out loud.
Spike’s hand brushed her leg after her sigh. They looked at each other, and Buffy knew for sure. She couldn’t lose him, he meant too much to her. She was in love.
They continued looking at each other, the occasional sigh escaping from them.
“Buffy, you did ask me a question, the least you could do is listen to my answer.” Giles looked at her impatiently.
“Sorry. Can we do this tomorrow? I’m really tired.” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and began to rise to leave.
“One thing before we go.” Giles rose and held his two-way radio out in front of him. He was more flustered than usual. “Just a quick lesson here. We all know how to turn our radios on, correct?”
Willow blushed a deep red at Giles’ question, as if she were in on some secret. In fact, Buffy noticed that everyone except for her and Spike had a very guilty look on their faces.
“Ok, yeah, we know how to turn them on. Why?” She had no idea where her Watcher was leading with his question.
“Good. Then lets go over how to turn them off.”
Buffy pulled her radio out of her bag and looked at it. It was in the Send/Receive position. When the realization dawned on her, her mouth shaped itself into a perfect “O”, and she gasped, “Oh my God!”
“You see, the beauty of these radios is that you don’t need to hold in a button to make them work. They’re like cell phones, on a closed circuit. All you do is talk and your words are transmitted, and you receive any incoming transmissions just as easily. So, if you don’t want every single word you utter and sound you make to broadcast to anyone on your frequency, you need to turn the button from the Send/Receive position to the Receive Only position. Understand?”
At this point, even Spike knew what Giles was inferring, and the looks on the Scoobies’ faces confirmed it. His little Snog-fest with Buffy had been on open transmission the entire time.
Spike looked at Giles and demanded, “Why the hell didn’t you say something?”
“Because it wasn’t the appropriate time. Not that that little fact ever occurred to either of you.”
With that, Giles picked up his bag and walked out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.” Xander, Anya, Willow and Tara followed him quickly, each giving a muttered “Goodnight” to Buffy and Spike.
She sat in silence for a moment, before starting to laugh. Within minutes, Vampire and Slayer were hysterical, clutching their sides and gasping for air.
When he finally calmed down a bit, he asked, “Do you mind if I shower Luv? I want to get this ash out of my wounds, and I’m getting your couch all dirty.”
She nodded and helped him up the stairs into her bathroom. Dawn was already asleep and could be heard snoring lightly.
“Stay here tonight?”
He nodded yes.
Buffy helped him strip away his bloody shirt. The hole in his chest was already healing, but she continued to help him, just to be sure. Spike stripped out of the rest of his clothing, having no shame when it came to his body. Buffy’s skin tingled with a warm blush at the sight of the naked Vampire before her.
She turned on the water and helped him into the shower. He rested his hands and head on the wall and stood there unmoving. A trail of black and red and gray streamed down his body and into the drain as the grime was sluiced from him.
“Spike, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll just stand here and let the water run over me. Thanks.”
His wounds needed to be cleaned, and the grime was so worked into him that his skin needed to be scrubbed. Buffy made up her mind, stripped, and stepped into the shower behind him. She lathered a cloth and began working soapy circles on his skin. When some of the soap got into his wound, he winced in pain but allowed her to continue cleaning him.
He turned to face her and took her scrubber off the hook on the wall. His wound was almost completely closed over now, although still red and irritated. He lathered the sponge and ran it over her arms while staring into her eyes.
She was beautiful beyond words. The soap trailed down her body, over her nipples and through her curls before finally being washed down the drain. He smiled at her, and moved closer to kiss her. The closeness of their bodies had its effect on both of them, and his erection pressed into her stomach. She was gently holding him, not wanting to cause him any further discomfort.
She wanted to make love with him, but his wound would make it more work than fun. She decided instead to express her feelings in other ways. They allowed the hot spray of water to rinse all the soap from their bodies as their hands continued exploring. His fingers found her clit and teased whimpers from the back of her throat. She lifted one leg and rested it on the edge of the tub, allowing his fingers deeper access. He slid one finger into her, the water serving to lubricate it further.
She touched his shaft and it jumped, bringing a smile to her face. She rubbed the head against the palm of her hand and slowly gripped it, stroking the hard muscle in a slow rhythm. He groaned into her mouth, and matched the pumping of his fingers with the pumping of her hand.
As she grew closer and closer to her climax, she was forced to release him and hold herself up. She moaned and had to force herself to breathe as her release swept over and through her. He could feel her throbbing around his fingers, squeezing him with each wave of feeling. She rode it out until she felt like her legs would collapse from underneath her. Spike stroked her slowly and gently, drawing the last bits of her orgasm from her.
His cock brushed against her again and again, seeking friction and release of it’s own. Once she felt strong enough, she kissed him deeply and allowed her mouth to move down his body bit by bit. She kissed around his cock, dotting and nipping his thighs and balls. Her mouth worked its way up his shaft to the head of his cock. He throbbed and jumped under her lips, and when she wrapped her mouth around him and sucked his cock into her throat, he whimpered.
She ran her tongue around the head in forceful circles, tickling the sensitive spot under the head. Her hand added to her attentions, working in the opposite direction of her mouth. The water ran down and over his shaft as she licked and sucked him to orgasm. They dried off and walked to Buffy’s room hand in hand.
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~One Week Later~
“Hello?”
“Hello cutie.”
“What time is it?”
“4:14 a.m.”
“Spike, what the hell are you doing calling me at 4 a.m.? Some people are trying to sleep!”
“Sleep. Pah! It’s early! I wanna talk.”
“Talk? Over the phone? I have a better idea. Why don’t you come over here and talk to me in person?”
**Silence**
“Spike? Are you still there?”
Buffy jumped out of her skin as Spike answered her from the window. “Right here luv.” Taking the phone from her hand and replacing it in it’s holder, he pushed her back into the bed and climbed in next to her. Talking could wait.
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