Chapter 10
She’d been watching him for almost an hour now. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, almost angelic. It was ironic knowing the damage this vampire was capable of but the more Buffy watched him, the more convinced she was that ‘angelic’ was the only way to describe him. She was feeling much better, though as she tried to get out of bed she realized her muscles felt atrophied, weakened from lack of blood and poisoning. So she was content to stay in place until Spike woke up, not wanting to wake him as his need for rest was almost as crucial as hers. After all, how often did a seventeen year old girl get to stare at someone this hot without interruption? And she decided that he was, most definitely hot.
Sure, she’d been attracted to him before and the way he kissed lit a fire between her legs but now, looking at him in this way, laying on his side, lips slightly parted, hair mussed and disheveled from worry, the corded muscles of his chest and shoulders peeking out of the sheets was enough to make any girl swoon. He was confusing the crap out of her, that’s for sure. The ability to tap into his thoughts was useful, though. There lied the real enigma of Spike. She’d seen flashes of violence, horrible bloody things that he didn’t regret and yet above all of that was a need to be loved and accepted. There was an inner battle with his thoughts. He constantly second guessed himself, his actions, as if he were always preparing for rejection. But what he thought about her, about Buffy, shocked her to her very core. All the dirty, nasty, suggestive comments he’d said to her seemed like a farce once she’d seen how he truly looked at her. And the truth was, Spike thought she was beautiful. He had images of her eyes tucked neatly away, memories of her smile, a flash of a bare knee, her long fingers, things a man thought about when he missed his girl. And seeing herself through Spike’s eyes just about stole her breath away.
It was obvious that he was resisting his emotional attachment to her, and in that way she fully related to him because Buffy couldn’t deny that something was happening between them and didn’t know what to make of it. He’d infuriated her, hurt her, made her want to stake him…and yet, he’d also done so many wonderful things. He made her feel like a woman, desirable, made her laugh, challenged her…and he’d saved her life. He was so different than Angel and she didn’t think it was even fair to compare the two because they were both unique in their own way.
Buffy reached her hand out and gently ran her fingers through his hair. It was so soft that she couldn’t resist playing with it. Spike made a low yummy grumbling noise in the back of his throat and his hand shot out to grab her at the waist. Before she could object she was completely wrapped in his arms and he was nuzzling the tip of his nose in her hair near the crook of her neck. The sensation of this made her gasp as she took into account two very crucial things:
1. Spike smelled really, really good.
2. She was completely naked.
She focused a bit more on number 2, especially since the feel of his bare chest against her naked skin felt wonderful and this was not a position she should be in. But it was really hard to pull away when his fingers were tenderly stroking her spine and his other hand lovingly caressed her ass…capped off with the tickling feel of his breath and nose on her neck. She bit her lip as she decided what to do. He really had a good grip on her now and she was too weak to shove him off, and she didn’t really want to be cruel because hey, different circumstances? She’d be all for the naked cuddling. She wouldn’t have to debate much longer, which was a good thing because as Spike’s mouth opened, breathing out the sweetest sound in the world which just happened to be her name atop a whisper, the phone rang.
Spike sat up straight and rubbed his eyes for a moment as his body woke up and Buffy took that moment to tuck herself beneath the sheets and pretend nothing had happened. He reached for the phone and answered it sleepily.
Buffy resisted touching his back, tempting as it was as he sat on the side of the bed. She wondered what that back looked like when he was making love. She imagined it would be a thing of beauty. It probably rolled seductively like a cat’s with every slow thrust of his hips. Maybe it tensed up at the final moment, rippling with—
“Buffy!”
“Huh?”
“Lord, woman…’ve been talkin’ to you this whole time! Rupes is on the phone for you.”
“Oh,” she laughed nervously, “Sorry.”
Spike handed her the phone and settled back into bed, barely keeping his eyes open as he listened to their conversation. His skin was tingling, humming really, and he had the foggiest memory of naked Slayer flesh pressed against him but settled with the thought that it was just a damn good dream. Buffy’s words seemed to blend together incoherently as she lifted a slender leg out from behind the sheets and propped it up on one flat foot. Was she trying to torture him with those things? So she had an itch on her thigh which she was currently scratching. Did it mean she had to take it out of the safe cover of the sheet to do it?
He licked his lips and rolled on his side, tucking his hands between his knees to keep from groping her. Her skin was golden again, and that was a good sign. Oh, he hoped she was too weak to take a bath, though. He was looking forward to that. Buffy and Bubbles was a winning combo in his opinion and he’d already seen it once before when she gloriously kicked his stunned ass across the room. If she’d dusted him in that instant, he would have died a very happy vamp. Spike buried his mouth in his pillow and bit down. She was stretching, the sheet teasing him like a bastard as it almost slipped too low, exposing the nipples which he could tell were very much erect. This was worse than Chinese torture, he decided, and jumped out of bed to fetch his cigarettes, carefully keeping his back to her so she wouldn’t suss out the painful bulge in his jeans that he’d suspiciously woken up with. It was nightfall, safe to go outside and he took that opportunity to stand just on the other side of the door and have himself one hell of a frustrating smoke. He finished it too quickly and flicked it into the night air as he walked back into the hotel room. He rushed over to the bed just as Buffy was trying to get out of it and failing miserably.
“Whoah, pet,” he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. “Still a bit wobbly?”
“Yeah,” she pouted, frustrated that her body wouldn’t cooperate with even the simplest of movements. But she really, really had to pee and didn’t know how long Spike would be outside.
If she said something else, he didn’t hear it. That bottom lip of hers was calling to him like Sirens from The Odyssey. “Huh?”
Buffy smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. “I said I have to go to the bathroom. Can you help me? I mean, not with the going to the bathroom part because ew, but just getting me in there?”
“Oh, right. Sure.” He was gentlemanly enough to pick her up, sheets and all, but that didn’t stop his hands from wandering beneath them as he gripped her back, just to feel her soft skin as he carried her to the bathroom. “So, I’ll just um…I’ll wait outside then.”
“Ok,” she smiled as he set her down on the toilet and she bunched the sheets at her chest, being careful not to let them touch the dirty floor. “Oh! Spike?”
He poked his head back in the bathroom. “Yeah?”
“Um…when I’m done, do you think you can help me into the bathtub?” So she was totally flirting with him and maybe she could have made it on her own, but she was really getting into this whole damsel in distress thing and if he was willing? And hot? Then who was she to turn down something so fantastic?
“S-sure,” he stuttered. “Just knock on the door when you’re ready for me.”
She bit her lip and smiled at him. “Ok.”
He closed the door and covered his mouth with his hand, wide eyed, wondering what the hell was going on. She was obviously flirting with him, but he had to be extremely careful how he played this out. He dragged his hand down his chin and waited impatiently for her to knock. Unbeknownst to him, Buffy was biting her fist to ward off a case of the giggles as she tapped into every thought swimming in his mind. He was nervous, and perhaps she could play on that to her benefit. He’d been such a tease to her that first night in the hotel and she was anxious to return the favor. She flushed the toilet and knocked on the door. “I’m ready for you,” she said sweetly.
The door swung open and Spike sauntered to the bathtub, getting the water ready for her. He already had her bath products in his hands, wasting no time at all. As the water filled up in the tub, he placed his hands on his hips and tapped his fingers on his waist, looking from Buffy’s feet to the water and back again, wishing he could will it to fill faster. “You like it hot, pet? Warm? What’s your flavor?”
“Hot,” she said silkily, staring at him with confidence.
He cleared his throat. “Hot it is, then.” He checked the temperature to make sure it was all set and turned the water off.
She was chewing on the tip of her thumb, looking up at him through her dark eyelashes and in the next instant she bunched up the sheet and handed it to him, exposing every delectable inch of her naked body. “I don’t want these to get all gross. Can you take them to the bed?”
Well, fuck. Spike forgot how to speak! He could nod though, that much he was capable of. He took the sheet from her hand and dazedly walked to the bed, dropping the sheet on it, and then hustled his ass back to the bathroom. She shyly covered her breasts and raised her closed knees slightly to hide herself. “Can you help me into the water now?”
Another slow nod of his head and Spike gingerly lifted her up and walked her to the tub, lowering her gently inside. She hummed and closed her eyes as she settled into the bubbly water and Spike blinked slowly. Something snapped, however, and he shook his head, forcing his big bad back to the surface. She was just a seventeen year old and he was a bloody vampire not some virginal teenager who’d never had a good spot of puss before. And…he remembered that she could read his mind. Shit.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly, lifting one soapy leg out of the water and started shaving it. “I don’t hold it against you.”
Spike tilted his head and smiled at her. “You don’t, huh?”
She shook her head and grinned, knowing that his eyes were trained on the slow glide of the razor up her silky calves. “Sit down. Come talk to me.”
“Don’t think that’s such a good idea, kitten,” he said even as he sat down on the closed toilet seat next to the tub.
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’re all…soapy an’ naked. An’ perfectly delicious,” he said huskily, eyes traveling along the skin that taunted him above the waterline.
She gasped playfully. “Why Spike, you wouldn’t take advantage of me in this state, would you?”
“I might,” he said honestly, rubbing a hand on his chest as he grinned mischievously.
“Then I guess you better leave,” she pouted.
“Guess I better,” he said unmoving. “Need help?”
She giggled and rinsed off her freshly shaved leg. “No, I think I have it covered.”
“I don’t know,” he said with a tilt of his head, “looks like you missed a few spots. Better let me at ‘em.”
“You will hack me to bits.”
“I will not! Know how to use a bloody razor. Come on, let me do it.”
Buffy narrowed her eyes and bit the corner of her lip. God, she wanted his hands on her. “Ok. But if you nick me, I’m kicking you out.”
Spike smiled boyishly and snatched the razor and sat on the side of the tub facing her. His hand dipped beneath the water and he gently rubbed her thigh, looking at her with heavy lidded eyes. His hand trailed down to her knee and he lifted it out of the water, placing her foot in his lap, uncaring that she was drenching his jeans with soapy water. He tried to keep his mind clear as he did this but knew she’d get a peek eventually. He took a bar of soap in his hands, lathered it up and began massaging the soap onto her calves. Buffy sighed and sank lower into the water. His hands were amazing and now they were on her thigh, slowly caressing upwards until the tips of his fingers teased her folds before retreating downward again. She gasped from the amazing sensation just that little bit caused and Spike chuckled seductively, biting his lip and he did it once more.
“Spike!” Her leg jerked out of his lap even though she was burning from her core to her toes.
“Oops,” he said without any conviction and set about shaving her calf. Every swipe of the razor was slow and deliberate, but his eyes weren’t focused on that. They were trained to the two rosy peaks of her breasts peeking out of the bubbles, silently asking him for a taste. “What did the watcher say,” he asked, desperate for a distraction before he jumped into the tub with her.
“Oh yeah. Good news. My telepathy isn’t permanent.”
“Thank God,” he said as he lowered her foot into the tub when he finished shaving her. “How much longer will it last?”
She handed him a shampoo bottle and he laughed softly, squeezing some into his palms. “He said just a few days but that I should be careful around crowds. It could give me headaches with all the thoughts bumping around in my head.”
Spike started massaging her scalp, reveling in this moment. “You’re awfully comfortable around me, pet.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not every day a girl gets a hot vampire to wash her hair.”
He smiled coyly and leaned her head back into the water to rinse out the shampoo. “Not every day a vampire has a weak Slayer to take care of.” A bottle of conditioner magically appeared in his hands. “Bossy bint.”
“I know you’re enjoying this so don’t even try to act put out.”
“Oh, I don’t think you want to know how much I’m enjoyin’ this, luv.”
She placed her pointer fingers on her temples and looked at him intently. “I can find out really easily.”
“Stop with the mind reading! It’s really sucking the fun out of the whole ‘getting to know you’ part of this trip.”
She giggled. “Sorry. Oh, that feels nice,” she hummed as he massaged the last bits of conditioner in her hair.
“You better stop with that, pet. I might be forced to jump into that bathtub with you.”
She ignored his threat. “Ask me anything. It’s only fair since I can see everything in that head of yours.”
“Anything?”
“Sure, why not?”
Spike sat back on the toilet seat as she waited for the conditioner to set in her hair and grinned. “Think I’ll wait to cash in on that one at a later time.”
“Suit yourself.”
She leaned back into the tub and rinsed her hair and then reached for a towel. “Would you mind turning around while a girl dries herself off?”
“You don’t need help standing?”
She bit her lip. “I can stand I think. You may still have to help me walk to the bed, though.”
His cheeks were hurting from all this bloody grinning. “All right. I’ll turn around…even though I’ve seen it all.”
She rolled her eyes as he turned around and slowly stood up, drying herself as best she could and then wrapped the towel around her. “Ok, all done!”
When he turned around and saw her standing in the tub, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders and that impish grin on her face, he’d had quite enough of this shameless flirting.
Temptation was a funny thing.
It was the sort of thing that carried you across a bathroom, wrapped your arms around a towel covered slayer and pressed your lips against hers. It was the kind of thing that forced a man to lift a girl out of a tub and carry her into the bedroom, make you moan against her mouth when her tongue traced your lips; the very thing that drove a vampire like Spike to do all of these things.
Buffy’s will was slipping away with every slow glide of his lips against hers, with every desperate moan that tore from his throat, banished completely when her legs wrapped around his slim waist and she allowed him to carry her to the bed. Her towel was a forgotten memory on the floor and she sighed blissfully when his body pressed against hers.
“Buffy, please say you want this,” he asked her urgently as his hands trailed up her thighs and his lips sucked her neck.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He growled seductively as his erection pressed into her sex and his hands came up to cup her breasts. Her soft lips were driving him crazy as she innocently kissed his neck and shoulders, casting hot puffs of air onto his skin with her quiet mewling. He hadn’t realized how badly he wanted this until he was in the thick of it, on top of her on the bed, grinding his pelvis slowly against her and rolling his thumbs over her pert nipples. Spike dove for her mouth again, his tongue seeking hers out with lazy, passionate strokes and he smiled against her lips when her tiny hands scaled his back and landed on his ass.
He moved lower, aching to have a nipple in his mouth and was pleased when she arched into him, gasping and gripping his head to stay in place. Spike’s left hand wasted no time and found her soaking core, stroking her attentively, spreading her open, seeking out more and more of her, making it beg him to quit teasing. But he hadn’t finished with her and her nipples were awfully distracting, so rosy and bitable and as his teeth grazed along one nub, his finger pressed and pulled on her clit and Buffy moaned her approval, urging him on.
“Do you taste as good as you feel, Buffy?” He asked her, staring up at her as his mouth descended down her stomach, planting wet open mouth kisses along the way.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her arms rising up to rest above her head. She’d always dreamed about a man doing this and now Spike was more than willing to fulfill her fantasy. Her eyes screwed shut when she felt his cool breath between her legs and his fingers dancing along her folds, spreading her open. He waited a bit to take his time to admire her, unaware that he was slowly driving Buffy crazy.
“So pretty,” he mumbled against her inner thigh before he planted a kiss there. His long pointed tongue barely flicked between her folds and Buffy squealed. She felt his soft chuckling against her and he did it again and again, teasing her painfully. When she was sure he had one more in him, he surprised her by enveloping her clit with his lips and sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh! My God!”
There was a finger at her entrance, she could feel it sneaking its way around it but she was distracted by his sinful tongue, caressing her slit and flicking the tiny bundle of nerves above it. She knew she was rambling incoherently, knew she’d said his name a few times but she didn’t care. All she needed was for him to keep doing what he was doing…oh so well. She heard his praises muttered against her, driving her need higher and higher and finally he pushed a long finger inside her and purred…right on her most sensitive spot.
At that very moment, Buffy came to the startling realization that A) she could make noises that she never knew she was capable of and B) Spike was a GOD. Her legs fell limp at her sides as he worshipped her with his mouth and tongue, her throat was dry from the icy hot and ragged breaths she had to take as her climax built. And then he nibbled, sucked and fucked her with his finger, adding another and hissing at her tightness.
“Oh my god, Buffy…never knew…fuck you’re sweet,” he said as his fingers took over so he could admire her face. They locked eyes and Buffy gasped wantonly as his mind bombarded her with emotion. He loved this as much as she did, desperate for her release and yet afraid it would end too soon. She gently touched his cheek and smiled, throwing her head back with a shout as his mouth descended upon her again.
“Spike,” she moaned huskily, and Spike doubled his efforts. She was so close he could taste it, feel it as she pulsed around his talented fingers, heard it as the pitch of her gasps went higher and higher and just as she was reaching the edge, the door to the motel room crashed open and four very pissed off Githyans came storming towards the bed.
Buffy shrieked and Spike roared as he jumped off of her and went into game face. To say he was pissed was an understatement and he was successfully distracted when he heard her scream. As he searched the room for her, a large fist swung and knocked him square in the jaw hurling him backwards. It wasn’t enough to knock him out though and he quickly leapt to his feet and steadied his gaze on the most dangerous opponent. But Buffy was weak, couldn’t fight for herself and she screamed again, the sound cut off and muffled by a large grey hand. Spike jumped up on the bed trying to avoid the two demons charging him and to get to the Slayer who was being dragged naked out of the hotel room. Before he could get to her, he was snapped backwards by the hair and pulled into the room.
He didn’t have any weapons near and was seriously screwed but the demon didn’t care as he growled and attacked the two Githyans blocking the door.
After he landed a few successful punches, the two demons silently looked at one another and fled. Spike bolted after them barefooted and wearing only a pair of jeans, screaming an assortment of obscenities as they piled into a van and drove off. With Buffy.
“FUCK!”
Spike roared in frustration and he ran back to the hotel room, grabbed everything they had and with inhuman speed, he loaded the SUV and took off down the road the demons had turned onto, desperately hoping that he’d catch up with them. He rolled the window down to see if he could track her scent, and, knowing that he was on the right trail he slightly relaxed long enough to slam his fist on the dash and scream.
“I’ll rip every one of your bloody throats out if you touch her!” His bare foot pressed the gas down all the way when he saw red tail lights up ahead. His iron grip on the steering wheel almost broke it in half and it tightened even more as the scent of her arousal still clung to his mouth. He would catch up with them, and when he did, Spike was going to have himself a serious amount of violence. Not one of them would be safe against a pissed off master vamp with a bag full of shiny weapons.
He just hoped he wasn’t too late.